The five figures stood thousands of feet tall, their entire bodies wreathed in dense black mist. Hideous faces with blue skin and jutting fangs could just barely be seen within, like evil spirits that had crawled out of the depths of the Nine Hells.
Each held an enormous scythe in its right hand.
As the five figures fully descended, the surrounding space began to fall into visible disorder.
The five S-Class War Buildings, the Death God's Scythes, had finally arrived.
"Master, something's wrong!"
Lingxu Zi's expression changed the moment he received the news sent back by his believers on the front lines.
"The enemy has deployed S-Class War Buildings. They seem to possess special spatial abilities!"
"My believers hiding in the spatial rifts have already been affected. I'm afraid they'll be exposed soon!"
At that moment, Yang Fan's gaze rested on the battlefield image before him, but an amused smile curled his lips instead.
"S-Class War Buildings... so they finally couldn't hold back?"
Yang Fan's tone was calm, betraying not the slightest concern.
Lingxu Zi, however, was growing anxious.
"Master, S-Class War Buildings with spatial abilities move extremely fast. Their target is probably the Elvenkind in the rear!"
Even Lingxu Zi could guess their target.
Yet Yang Fan remained utterly unconcerned.
"It's fine. If your believers can no longer stay hidden, withdraw them all."
"At this point, there's no need to keep gathering intelligence."
"Yes, Master!" Lingxu Zi hurriedly replied.
War was like a game of chess.
Truly formidable players never focused solely on the next move or two. They considered the board ten or twenty moves ahead.
Sometimes, immediate gains and losses did not matter.
As long as they secured a greater strategic advantage, paying a temporary price was not necessarily a bad thing.
And what truly decided victory