After a fierce melee, the Fairy experts fell back step by step. Calamity Beasts roamed the Elf World, but even throughout its history, few had ever reached the Ninth-Rank Middle Grade. Numbers could make up for a gap in rank, but those numbers had to be vast. It took at least fifty early Ninth Rank experts to hold off one Ninth-Rank Middle Grade Calamity Beast. Against a Ninth-Rank Middle Grade expert, it took sixty. Intelligence mattered in battle too; sometimes, it even decided victory or defeat.
Driven relentlessly by the Calamity Beast, the Fairy Tribe's experts fell into chaos. They had come burning with courage and knew the danger, but they had never imagined the enemy would be this powerful. Just as no one who had never set foot on a battlefield could truly understand war, no one could imagine the strength of a Ninth-Rank Middle Grade enemy without facing one, however seriously they took the threat.
The beast's breath blasted deep craters into the ground. Even an expert of Helenson's caliber could only dart and weave through the streaks of golden light, barely protecting himself. He had no strength to spare for anyone else. The tribal experts could only pray for their own good fortune—and that the giant beast's eyes would not settle on them.
Luo Qian judged that the moment had come. He could not let the Calamity Beast kill everyone. Even God needed a faithful Saint Peter to proclaim His divine might, and Luo Qian needed people to spread the word too. These people would witness his miracle and become his first, most devoted followers in the Elf World. They could not all die.
As the Calamity Beast ran rampant, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly flashed across the sky like a massive python. Of course, in