Chapter 250: Battle

As the battle began, Rod’s side had clearly prepared thoroughly. Instead of scattering, they advanced in an organized manner, maintaining their pace and speed without any slowdown!
The three magicians from the Black Phoenix clan cast and controlled their magic to launch attacks, while the remaining twelve warriors moved forward, protecting each other and supporting one another in their assaults. As for Melon, he was already engaged in a fight with Old Nash—Old Nash posed no threat to him at all!
“Hmph, Rod, you won’t be able to leave this valley today. This is your death sentence!” Frustrated by their inability to break through, the Grand Elder of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles roared angrily. Their carefully planned ambush couldn’t fail here—it was their last stand. If they failed now, they would face terrible consequences.
Not to mention, the revenge from the Black Phoenix clan and the Dragon clan alone would be beyond what the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles could bear.
This time, they had made a desperate plan. They urged several smaller clans with close ties to their own to seek help from the Mi Jiao clan and the war faction of the Demon clan. If this plan failed, it would be hard to explain. More importantly, if it failed, the number of factions affected would be staggering.
It could be said that in this last-ditch battle, failure was not an option.
After all, they were at a severe numerical disadvantage. Even if Rod’s team coordinated well, they would gradually fall behind and become passive. It was clear that the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles had invested heavily—everyone they brought was a top fighter. From what could be seen, there were at least fifteen warriors at the advanced divine level, over a dozen at the intermediate divine level, and just a few at the beginner divine level. Their lineup was truly elite.
“Mi Jiao clan, do you intend to turn against our Dragon clan?”
“War faction of the demons, do you want to go to war with our Black Phoenix clan and the Dragon clan?”
As the battle progressed, many people’s identities were revealed right away. Members of the Mi Jiao clan and the war faction of the demons were recognized, as those at the divine level held high status even among the Four Great Clans and were generally well-known. Their combat techniques and elemental energies made it easy to identify them.

“Heh, I didn’t expect you guys to figure it out after all. If that’s the case, you can’t blame us. The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles are our allies. As you know, Rod is the mortal enemy of both the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles and the Nash family. And since you can choose to help Rod, it means you’ve already broken ties with my Mi Jiao clan and the Pro-War faction. It’s a bit redundant to say more now.” After having his identity revealed, an elder from the Mi Jiao clan sneered a few times before speaking coldly.

The next moment, the attacks became even more fierce—roaring sounds, clashes, whispers, and growls filled the air!

Creak… Another row of trees fell victim to the battle! The valley was in complete chaos, with craters everywhere and trees lying scattered across the ground, a sight to behold.

Coupled with the ravages of magic, the air carried a faint burnt smell, and smoke filled the air—truly a small battlefield. Yet, if the people here formed an alliance, they could probably fight against an army of a hundred thousand.

The battle was extremely brutal. Rod’s Dark Dragon had already inflicted countless wounds on the enemy, but no one had been killed yet. After all, killing someone in such a fight wasn’t that easy.

“Mi Jiao clan, this is our last warning—this is a matter between my Black Phoenix clan and the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles. You’d better stay out!” Hei Yin shouted, slashing fiercely with his sword to create a beam of light that pushed back three opponents, then turned to shout at the few members of the Mi Jiao clan surrounding him.

“The enmity between my Dragon clan and the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles—better not involve the Pro-War faction either!” Lilith also snapped coldly.

Half of the enemies in the battlefield were members of the Mi Jiao clan and the Pro-War faction. If they could make these people retreat, the situation on the battlefield would ease significantly!

“Pfft…” Finally, Rod killed his first enemy—a reckless late-stage quasi-divine warrior who had joined the fight from the left flank. They weren’t meant to be part of such a battle; if they came, they should be prepared to die.

“Hmph, enough talk. Since members of my Mi Jiao clan and the Pro-War faction have come today, there’s no way we’ll leave now!” They said indifferently, ignoring the warnings from the Dragon clan and the Black Phoenix clan.

Perhaps it’s still plausible for the Dragon Clan and the Black Phoenix Clan to have large forces here and say such things, but just these few people? They can’t represent the two clans, nor do they have the right to speak like this. The gap in strength between the two sides is enormous, and the battle has already tilted in one direction. It’s obvious to anyone that Rod and his group are struggling desperately; eliminating them is only a matter of time. Why worry about their warnings?

“Hmph! If that’s the case, don’t blame us for being ruthless!” With a roar, Sognar unleashed his most powerful moves, attacking from both sides to drive back the enemies one by one.

On Melon’s side of the battlefield, there were only him and Old Nash. By now, Old Nash was covered in wounds; if he were a normal person, he would likely be dead already. Unfortunately, he was a living dead man who would persist until his last second as long as he had even a trace of fighting ability. But judging by the situation, it would take at most three minutes. In those three minutes, Melon could definitely take care of this guy. The level of combat was so intense that even the other fighters present were deeply alarmed.

That was the level of combat at the Yin Yellow realm—far beyond their reach. What was puzzling, however, was why Old Nash lost so completely and miserably, not even managing to touch Melon’s clothes. Seeing Melon fight so effortlessly made it hard to believe the two were at the same level. Could the gap in strength between those at the same realm become so terrifying once they reached the Yin Yellow realm?

The battle continued, but the Grand Elder of the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle Clan frowned deeply, feeling something was very wrong. He couldn’t pinpoint what was off, but a strong sense of unease struck his mind.

It was an unprecedented feeling, as if something major was about to happen. Could the enemy still mount a counterattack with such a small force? Even if Melon won, what did it matter? Two high-tier divine warriors had already gone to assist Old Nash, so buying time shouldn’t be a problem. But what exactly was the real issue?

He didn’t know. He couldn’t see it. The enemy’s expressions made the Grand Elder feel that this matter wouldn’t end easily. He couldn’t see the despair on the faces of those surrounded, nor the behavior one would expect from them in a desperate situation. Could there be something he hadn’t considered? Could something happen that would exceed their expectations?

“Rod, we never fought back then. How about we settle this today?” As he fought and had just driven back an enemy, another muscular figure appeared before him.

It made Rod groan in pain—the numerical disparity imposed immense pressure on them. The enemies kept coming in waves, endlessly, while they could only keep defending and blocking, without disrupting their formation. Otherwise, each of them would have to face two to three warriors of the same rank on average, which was beyond their capabilities. Only by cooperating and defending together could they possibly hold on until then.

“Ziyang!” Rod glared fiercely at the man before him and shouted loudly.

That despicable scoundrel—Rod knew exactly what this request meant. He just wanted to lure Rod out of the formation and disrupt their strategy. As for the so-called battle, it was all nonsense. Once Rod fell for the trap and left the combat area, he would die a horrible death, with at least three people surrounding him to kill him. Ziyang was just one of them.

More importantly, once Rod left, his position would be vacant. Without him, the formation would have an opening, an exploit for the enemies to attack. That would mean a fatal blow with irreversible consequences.

“What now?” Ziyang continued, looking at Rod with a sickening smile.

“Get lost! I have no time to waste with you. See you in the Netherworld!” With a cold snort, Rod mercilessly unleashed his “Heaven-Shattering Sword” at Ziyang.

Seeing Rod suddenly attack, Ziyang’s eyes narrowed sharply. He then raised his great sword across his chest and, with a twist of his wrist, sent the sword flying like a boomerang toward Rod’s chest.

“Ding…” A clear sound—as if the sword had blocked Rod’s “Heaven-Shattering Sword.” The force behind it surprised Rod greatly. What surprised him even more was Ziyang’s judgment; his precise vision shocked Rod.

He could even predict the trajectory of “Heaven-Shattering Sword”? Who was this person? Could it be a late-stage divine-level warrior? Even Duan Tianren wasn’t as good as him. Rod knew the speed of “Heaven-Shattering Sword” well. Yet, even though he attacked suddenly, Ziyang still saw through it. This meant he would gain no advantage in the battle. If Ziyang could see his attack path clearly, then his attacks seemed incapable of posing any threat to him. At this thought, Rod felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

However, there wasn’t much time for Rod to get lost in thought. After one of his attacks was blocked, Zi Yang’s assault followed—powerful and swift, relying purely on speed and strength rather than agility. Yet against absolute power, it brought his strength to full expression. This was a formidable enemy, and now Rod truly felt Zi Yang’s power, his heart sinking in fear. He had to hold on, absolutely must—prevent him from tearing open a gap on their side and giving them an opportunity. If he could endure this period, the enemy would face endless terror, and then they could breathe a sigh of relief.