Deep into the Enemy Camp

The Sovereign of Darkness, Black, even laughed, "To have a Sovereign Envoy of this caliber, Sovereign of Death, you are not losing out to a Paragon at all!"

Sovereigns everywhere treated having a Paragon-level Sovereign Envoy as a status symbol to show off. Such praise immediately pleased the Sovereign of Death, and she even looked at Desterie with a bit more favor.

Desterie naturally did not know he had become a topic of conversation for the bored Sovereigns. While flying, he suddenly discovered a dense, white mass of winged beings hovering in perfect formation ahead. The moment they saw Desterie, they launched a coordinated attack.

They were angels—over a thousand Twelve-Winged God Angels! Desterie reacted instantly.

Their attack was disciplined and orderly, far exceeding the chaotic strikes he had encountered earlier.

Yet, it was precisely this uniformity that made it easier for Desterie to dodge. He easily bypassed the angel phalanx and continued deep into the rear of the Heavenly Realm army. Finding Croken was the priority!

Because the angels were merely war machines without independent consciousness, their received orders focused primarily on advancing. Thus, they did not offer much resistance to the blur that was Desterie.

"Quick, let's kill that guy!" Seeing Desterie closing in from afar, the commanders of the Heavenly Realm grew furious.

This was the Plane Battlefield, the site of the final decisive battle! Did he think this was his own backyard, charging in so brazenly?

Consequently, they each ignited Sovereign's Might and rushed forward, unleashing a barrage of blades, swords, spears, axes, material attacks, and soul attacks.

But soon, they were dumbfounded.

This guy, using some unpredictable movement trajectory and bizarre postures, managed to "dodge" the vast majority of the attacks. The few that did strike him had no effect at all. Conversely, whenever he countered, those among them with weaker material defenses were basically sliced in half!

One unlucky fellow was even struck directly in his Godspark and fell on the spot. His commander badge thus fell into Desterie's hands.

Under the effect of Strong Luck, Desterie's evasion was perfect, his aim was perfect, and he unleashed ten times his usual combat power!

"He has a full set of Sovereign Artifacts!" Finally, a commander realized the problem and quickly retreated.

If you have a full set of Sovereign Artifacts, why are you even on the Plane Battlefield!

"I have no intention of killing, but if you insist on blocking my path, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Desterie brandished the commander badge he had just acquired and spoke coldly.

Seeing the commanders cease their attacks, Desterie continued forward.

Before long, he finally found Croken, who was currently preparing to head to the front lines. Upon discovering Desterie deep within the enemy's belly, he looked very surprised.

"Desterie, you?" Croken couldn't help but ask.

"It seems that the Paragon Highgod is not on this passage," Desterie fabricated an excuse and began to converse with Croken.

"Lord Iluka is on the other plane passage, while our side is filled with a massive number of Twelve-Winged God Angels. Once Lord Iluka achieves victory, he will come to attack this passage. Desterie, your luck is also quite poor. You were originally a Prefecture Lord of our Heavenly Realm, yet you must represent the Netherworld in this war. Otherwise, you could have witnessed this victory!

Who could have imagined that not only would we have over a thousand Twelve-Winged God Angels from the Radiant Divine Plane assisting us, but we would even have a Paragon helping us? You, on the other hand, don't even have a single Paragon!"

Desterie grinned; he didn't care about victory at all. As for the lack of Paragon support, it was within reason. With a "ten-game winning streak" at stake, even though the Paragons didn't know the reason, none of them wanted to get involved. He wondered how that Paragon of Destruction had been persuaded.

The only thing that puzzled Desterie was that the Radiant Divine Plane and the Netherworld had always been allies; why were there no Twelve-Winged Fallen Angels participating? Logically, with a portion of Willpower at stake, the Sovereigns couldn't possibly be stingy with a few Fallen Angels.

"It's a pity I couldn't find him. I was hoping to wash away my past shame here!" Desterie laughed. Of course, if Iluka were here right now, he would certainly find another excuse.

"Prefecture Lord of Jinyang, do you think that by surpassing us, you can compare yourself to a Paragon? Although Lord Iluka calls you the strongest person below a Paragon, you are too arrogant!" The speaker was an elderly man with black hair whom Desterie did not recognize, but he could tell he cultivated the Laws of Light.

"That is Commander Fenguang from the Heavenly Realm. His strength is not weak; even for you, killing him won't be easy. You are in the enemy camp now, so don't start any conflicts," Croken introduced him briefly, then said, "Everyone, if the Sovereigns see us cowering behind the angel legion, they will certainly be displeased. It is time for us to join the battle!"

Before his voice had even faded, he leaped forward, intending to bypass the angels and reach the front lines.

This action truly made Desterie's eyelids twitch—there was no need to put oneself in such danger for the sake of the Sovereigns.

However, thoughts were just thoughts, and Desterie did not stop him—he would not interfere with any of Croken's decisions, lest he affect the future.

"Since Iluka is not here, there is no point in me staying. Farewell, everyone!" Leaving those words behind, Desterie followed closely after Croken.

He soon returned to the front lines where the two armies clashed. While focusing his full attention on Croken and the surrounding spatial rifts, Desterie dodged the overwhelming material and soul attacks, occasionally killing a nearby commander or soldier, his spirit heightened to the absolute limit.

Success or failure, it all depended on today, all in this very moment!

The battle was raging like a wildfire. Every second, Seven-Star Fiends and Asuras who were usually glorious and powerful lost their lives here. The two plane passages had become a living hell.

Under the suppression of the Twelve-Winged God Angels, the plane passage where Desterie was located was retreating step by step. Although the retreat was slow, defeat was only a matter of time.

At this moment, the watching Sovereign of Destruction, Uthred, had eyes like swords and said sharply, "Your Sovereign Envoy is clearly so powerful, yet he is just playing guerrilla warfare! If he would only exert himself, it is not impossible to win on this plane passage!"

Uthred's eyes were spitting fire. If it weren't for the fact that Sovereign Will could not descend onto the Plane Battlefield and no avatars could participate in the final decisive battle, he would definitely have killed this lazy, slippery fellow to set an example!

The Sovereign of Death also had an unpleasant expression, but she still said, "My envoy naturally has his own plans! Why must you be so angry, Uthred? If you could be like Orloff and find a Paragon Highgod to join this Plane War, you wouldn't have to force my envoy to risk his life!"