Any Level 4 Lifeform required vast resources to be cultivated, as well as sufficient effort and indispensable luck.
The Devourer Plane had not developed for long enough, nor had it accumulated a deep enough foundation. Its number of Level 4 powerhouses was far inferior to that of the Wizard Plane.
To them, even the fall of an Apostle was not an especially unbearable price.
But if a Sage fell, it would be a cost the entire Devourer Plane could hardly bear.
Since the Wizard Plane's war against the Devourer Plane began, no Sage had yet revealed themselves or taken action.
They understood clearly that once Sages entered the war, its intensity would rise by countless levels. That was something the Devourer Plane could not withstand.
They did not possess enough capital to contend with the Wizard Plane, and the Sages would not act lightly either.
Yet no one had expected that among the Indigenous Coalition of the Devourer Plane in the Battle of the Weeping Blood Plain, there would actually be a Sage. When those Apostles fell into danger, he had acted decisively and saved them.
The powerful hulls of the three Destroyer Warships seemed as though they did not exist. Their frames began to groan under unbearable strain from within, as if invisible colossal force had crushed them from all directions. They rapidly deformed and twisted before becoming two enormous fireballs amid earth-shaking explosions.
The incomparably ferocious three-headed ape let out three miserable cries. All three heads burst apart at once, and its massive body crashed to the ground as though all life had been drained from it, swiftly withering and weathering away.
A Sage's strike instantly killed several combatants of Level 3 strength.
At that moment, the battlefield fell silent once more.
The Allied Legion had indeed not