"An Eighth-Level being can't be defeated in a head-on fight. The Blood-Red Tyrant was born from the essence of an entire world. He was far more powerful than an ordinary being of the same level!" said an Alchemist in a dark green robe, shaking his head.
The index finger of his right hand tapped unconsciously on the stone tabletop, his rhythm growing ever more hurried.
"I have an idea!" the young Alchemist in a black-purple robe suddenly spoke again.
"The Blood-Red Tyrant is the pillar of the entire Blood-Red Calamity World, and is inseparably connected to it. So he can't leave the Blood-Red Calamity World, right?"
The Alchemist in the black-purple robe looked at the Alchemist in the dark green robe and asked, seeking confirmation.
Although the Alchemist in the dark green robe didn't know what the other Alchemist had in mind, he still nodded.
"The Blood-Red Tyrant does have that weakness. He's the pillar of the entire world. If he leaves, the world will become unstable!"
After receiving confirmation, the Alchemist in the black-purple robe smiled faintly.
"If that's the case, then all we need to do is stop the Blood-Red Calamity World from approaching!"
"We're upstream in the Northern Void River. We can disrupt the flow of energy in the Northern Void River in a targeted manner, blocking the Blood-Red Calamity World's progress upstream!"
"As long as we hold them off for long enough for the Legion on the front lines to advance and complete the conquest of the Northern Void River, the Blood-Red Calamity World will give up resisting. After all, it can travel to any Void River!"
The words of the Alchemist in the black-purple robe made the other Alchemists' eyes light up.
Some even nodded repeatedly, their faces breaking into smiles to show their approval