Chapter 427: The Identity of the Enemy

“Three hundred years after the teacher successfully ascended to a demi-god, he actually already had the methods and strength to break free from the control of the Lord of Dawn. All that was lacking was the right timing. Moreover, he couldn’t bear to abandon us younger generations. Once he managed to escape, with the Lord of Dawn’s wisdom, he would surely find a way to fix that flaw, and then we would never be able to escape. That’s why the teacher has been waiting for the right moment to help us all break free from control!”
“Is this true?…”
The other powerful prisoners all showed hope and ecstasy.
At that moment, the silent warden spoke up: “I feel that this mission is our best chance to break free from the Lord of Dawn’s enslavement. Although our opponent is a powerful true god, it is precisely because of the existence of other true gods that we have an opportunity. Besides, if we fail, there is only death ahead. Even if we refuse, the Lord of Dawn can control our souls and powers to force us to self-destruct in order to achieve his goals!”
“Warden, please share your plan! We will all firmly follow your orders!”
As Oz spoke, the others nodded in agreement.
The warden gazed deeply in the direction from where the fluctuations of the laws were coming from and said something that surprised everyone else.

Meanwhile, below the Mage Tower in the Twilight Forest, Donald, who had been standing there quietly for five hours, began to exhibit gradually changing fluctuations. As these fluctuations intensified, the power emanating from Donald grew stronger, putting increasing pressure on those nearby. Even Carlisle and the others, who were originally standing not far from Donald, had to back away and take shelter under the mage tower, using its barrier to resist the pressure.
Only Charles, the King of the North, who had suppressed all his aura and appeared like an ordinary person, could still stand twenty feet away from Donald. The pressure from igniting a divine flame naturally couldn’t suppress him as a true god, but Charles was still amazed by Donald’s strength. When he ignited his own divine flame, he hadn’t experienced such immense pressure. It seemed that once he became a true god, Donald’s power would surpass even his ally who had become a god earlier.
This was undoubtedly good news for the King of the North. He wasn’t jealous by nature. If his ally grew stronger, it meant he would also benefit!

Within Donald’s dominion, even the solid soil in the open space in front of the mage tower, which had been smoothed by magic, began to crack and shatter continuously. Clearly, a critical and tense moment had arrived. At this exact moment, those entities lurking in the forest outside the mage tower suddenly took action—obviously, some of them could no longer wait. The reason they did not launch an attack from the start was that the situation had not yet reached an uncontrollable stage. If interrupted, the God-Emperor could choose to temporarily halt the process of igniting the Divine Flame and delay it until later. This way, he could free up his hands to deal with those who attempted to interfere and disrupt. Once the Divine Flame grew strong enough to become uncontrollable even by the God-Emperor himself, that would be the perfect time to interfere—experience gained over countless years by many God-Emperors and those who tried to undermine them at the cost of their lives. The first to notice the enemy’s movements was, of course, the True God, the King of the North. Yet before he acted, Carlisle on the other side said, “Perfect timing. I’ll take care of these fools and use them as sacrifices to sharpen my Blood Demon Sword!” With that, he leaped out of the open space in front of the mage tower and vanished into the jungle in an instant. Within a few breaths, several screams of agony could be heard as they were killed, and the scent of blood began to spread through the woods. Those who attacked first were merely silver-ranked strongmen used for testing; there were only a few gold-ranked ones. As for bronze-ranked fighters, they were basically unnecessary in such a battle—most powerful gold-ranked strongmen could easily defeat them with a single strike, and against legendary strongmen, their role was minimal. After dealing with many of these underlings, the real forces finally appeared. “Hahahahaha! Finally, some decent opponents! Those guys earlier weren’t even worth practicing against!” Carlisle’s arrogant laughter echoed through the forest, implying that his opponents were merely suitable for him to use as practice. This made the three masked legendary strongmen surrounding him extremely angry. However, legendary strongmen had great control over their emotions and wouldn’t let such provocation cloud their judgment—they didn’t forget that there was still a True God watching closely.

They all hurled their most devastating attacks at Carlisle. If it weren’t for the Blood Battle Domain he had already activated—clearly several times stronger than that of other legendary Sword Saints—he would have been utterly overwhelmed by the attacks coming from all sides. The powerful warriors from Dalaran naturally wouldn’t sit idly by while Carlisle was under siege. Immediately, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu transformed into a giant dragon and rushed over, breaking the siege imposed by the three legendary warriors. Even a legendary Sword Saint would likely dare not withstand the fierce assault of an adult dragon, let alone a legendary dragon that was even stronger than human warriors. Among those three legendary warriors, only one was a close-combat legendary War Saint who stood eight feet tall and wielded twin axes; the other two were assassin-type legends known for their agility and cunning attacks. Two of the legendary warriors immediately teamed up to deal with the newly appeared dragon, while the remaining short, cloaked assassin planned to use his agility to hold off Carlisle, the human Sword Saint, waiting for his companions to defeat the dragon before joining forces to eliminate their opponent. With Nozdormu drawing the hatred of those two legendary warriors away, Carlisle faced just one opponent with ease. His vast combat experience allowed him to see through the opponent’s plans, prompting him to smirk wickedly. Wielding his sub-legendary Blood Demon Sword, he sent out two strands of blood-red sword energy as thin as hair. After the opponent tried to block and counterattack, Carlisle first severed the opponent’s short sword, then both arms. The sharply forged short sword, clearly made from top-quality materials, was cut in two neatly without a sound, as if it were tofu. Caught off guard by this extreme surprise, the short assassin was split in two at the waist, becoming the first legendary warrior to die in battle. After killing his opponent, Carlisle used the tip of his sword to lift away the assassin’s black covering. “Let me see your hideous true face! Huh? It’s a werewolf?” What appeared beneath the black cloth was indeed a wolf-like humanoid creature with thick yellow fur and brownish-red markings.