A Mage's Ultimate Pursuit

Eight Phantom Beasts had fused with him at the deepest level, yet even so, he could only barely protect himself—and that was with the help of other Ninth Orders.

Yang Mu had originally planned to observe for a while before joining the battle, but clearly, he had been overthinking it. The moment he entered the lower level, he was swept into the war.

He swore that in his entire life, he had never taken such a vicious beating. Those beasts had high damage in their left fists and high damage in their right fists.

And it was a chaotic melee. The person who punched you one second might save your life the next.

The relationships throughout the battlefield were unbelievably complicated. Yang Mu only knew that War Arts Overlord was on the same side as him. As for everyone else, he truly had no idea who was allied with whom.

However, everyone tacitly remembered one thing: restrain Solomon while preventing Tian's clone from leaving.

Tian did not immediately self-destruct either, because these people could not unite as one to capture his clone first. Everyone had their own schemes, allowing him room to maneuver among them.

If this clone self-destructed, it could certainly conceal the coordinates of his origin, but he would also lose a huge portion of his energy. That meant the time needed for his injuries to recover would be dragged out even further. The spacetime where he hid could generate energy on its own, but the speed was terribly slow, nowhere near enough to sustain his expenditure. If he relied solely on the energy produced within that spacetime, then after merely keeping his injuries from worsening, the energy left for recovery would be negligible.

He might need to sleep for nearly ten eras.

To sleep for nearly ten