In the chaotic battle, the elf experts steadily gave ground. Although the Elf World had Ninth-Rank Middle Grade experts everywhere, even a Ninth-Rank Middle Grade expert had rarely appeared in its entire history. Numbers could indeed make up for a gap in rank, but those numbers had to be vast. It took at least fifty low-grade Ninth Rank experts to hold off a Ninth-Rank Middle Grade Calamity Beast. Against a Ninth-Rank Middle Grade expert, it took sixty. Intelligence was another important factor in battle, sometimes even the deciding one.
Driven mercilessly by the Calamity Beast, the tribal experts fell into disarray. They had come full of fervor, knowing the danger, but none had imagined the enemy would be this powerful. Just as someone who had never set foot on a battlefield could not truly understand war, someone who had never faced a Ninth-Rank Middle Grade foe could not imagine its strength, no matter how seriously they took the threat.
The Calamity Beast's breath blasted deep pits across the ground. Even experts of Helenson's caliber could only dodge and weave through streaks of golden light, barely keeping themselves alive. He had no strength to spare for anyone else. The tribal experts could only pray that the giant beast's eyes did not settle on them.
Luo Qian judged that the moment had come. He could not let the Calamity Beast kill everyone. God needed a faithful Saint Peter to proclaim His divine might, and Luo Qian needed heralds of his own. These people would witness his miracle and become his first—and most devoted—believers in the Elf World. They could not all die.
As the Calamity Beast rampaged, a bolt of violet lightning suddenly flashed across the sky like a massive python. Of course, in the Immortal Realm, lightning conjured by magic would