The seraph's attention was completely diverted by the bizarre giant.
This sudden shift in battlefield power was immediately detected by the keen-eyed predators.
Without the eerie rays and fearless obstruction of the Grey Men, the squad of unflagged, unidentified Holy Knights was utterly unable to stop Thranduil Eldrinwald and her companions as they charged in fury.
The elven hunters, like three streaks of emerald lightning, easily tore apart the knights' hastily constructed holy light barrier and lance line.
The silver-armored knights were thrown off balance by the powerful natural magic, and their formation instantly collapsed.
Thranduil's blue eyes flashed with murderous intent, his target clear and unambiguous, as he charged straight at Anna, who was barely concealed by Monica's shadow magic!
The cold longbow is already locked in place, and the emerald green arrow is ready to be released!
On the other side, Xingyue hovered in mid-air, his silver spear pointing diagonally at the ground, his wine-red eyes fixed intently on the massive, completely undead Grom in the center of the battlefield.
His body was covered in grayish-white bone armor, and a ghastly green soul fire burned in his eye sockets.
Although his aura failed to break through to the legendary level, with the full support of the Beast King's Arm Bone and the Tulu Shaman, it has been firmly established at the peak of the high-level realm.
It exudes a chilling stillness and savage aura, and is slowly and steadily absorbing the death energy dissipating from the battlefield, gradually transforming itself.
Xingyue frowned slightly.
She wasn't afraid, but rather felt an instinctive wariness and disgust towards this monster that had merged the bloodline favored by the Beast God, the necromantic power of the Beast King's remains, and the forcibly transformed essence of Grom.
This thing is full of uncertainty, and its power attributes are strange and mixed. It might be able to win in a head-on confrontation, but the cost is unpredictable, and it is very likely to be contaminated by that disgusting death energy.
Her previous battles with Grom were purely a clash of skill and strength, but now, facing this monster, the nature of the conflict is completely different.
She chose to remain inactive for the time being, observe the situation, and look for a more opportune moment.
Her gaze would occasionally sweep over the inconspicuous black pendant at Grom's waist, or glance in Mark's direction, as if she were weighing something.
As a result, Mark's team and Kyle's team were instantly plunged into an unprecedented predicament.
Kyle's Holy Light power had been largely depleted in order to support Ruby's summoning of the Seraph, and he could only barely maintain the crumbling Holy Light Barrier to resist the erosion of the remaining necromancy array and the aftershocks of the battle in the distance.
Ruby was extremely weak and could barely stand, only able to do so with Kyle's support. Maintaining the anchor point for the Seraph's descent was already her limit, and she had no strength left.
Enzo bore the scars from his battle with the undead orcs, and his dark magic was severely depleted.
He gritted his teeth and stood in front of Monica, trying to buy her time to cast a spell, but Thranduil's fierce killing intent made him feel like he had a thorn in his side.
Anna's face turned deathly pale, and her natural magic became chaotic under the lock of the elven hunters.
That was the overwhelming power of high-level natural magic against low-level natural magic. Using natural magic against Thranduil was tantamount to asking for trouble.
Mark, gripping his cross-shaped sword tightly, had a seven-colored black light flowing through his body, his soul vision fully open, watching Grom warily.
He could clearly feel the gaze, a mixture of greed, coldness, and the oppressive feeling of absolute power, like a tangible shackle, firmly nailed to the finger on which he wore the ring.
It was the ghastly green soul fire burning in the eye sockets of that undead Grom!
Grom let out a low, hoarse laugh, a sound like rusty iron scraping together, carrying a nauseating hypocrisy and an air of unwavering confidence:
“Mark Stu...do you see? The angels of holy light are entangled, the spears of the star and moon are hesitant, and the elves are targeting you...now, no one can save you.”
"Hand over the skull and the heart, or... I will take them myself. The choice is yours, but time... is running out."
A chilling necromantic pressure surged forth like a tide, accompanied by the obscure incantations of the Turu shaman and the stiff roars of the remaining undead orcs.
An atmosphere of despair, like miasma in a swamp, silently and completely enveloped Mark and Kyle.
What are the odds of winning?
At this moment, they were completely invisible.
"Hand over your heart and skull! Or die!"
Grom's hoarse voice carried an undeniable will. His massive undead body took a step forward, his bone claws raised, and viscous necromantic energy condensed, ready to unleash a thunderous strike.
Thranduil's bowstring was drawn taut, the emerald arrow flashing, aimed straight at Anna's heart: "Traitor, beheaded!"
A close call!
At the height of despair, a clear, cold whisper seemed to fall from the heavens, piercing the roar of the battlefield:
"Starry Sky · Shift"
Buzz!
An invisible ripple of space precisely spread beneath Anna's feet.
Just as Thranduil's deadly arrow was about to leave the bowstring, Anna vanished into thin air like a phantom!
The arrow grazed her lingering afterimage before plunging into the swamp with a deafening roar, creating a deep crater!
It's the stars and the moon!
She hovered high in the air, her mithril armor gleaming coldly, her star-patterned silver spear pointing diagonally downwards, her wine-red eyes calmly surveying the battlefield.
Instead of launching a full-scale attack on the eerie and unpredictable necrom, she transformed into a "spatial chess player" who controlled the entire situation.
Whenever Thranduil is about to seize an opening in Anna's defenses, or Grom's necromantic claws are about to tear apart Kael'thas's squad's defensive perimeter, a perfectly timed spatial ripple will appear.
Mark, Kyle, Enzo, Monica, and most importantly, Anna, their figures can always mysteriously shift several feet in a small area with the slightest difference, narrowly avoiding fatal attacks.
"Damn Starmoon Mage!" Thranduil's blue eyes flashed with malice as her repeated attempts to escape only fueled her anger.
These short-range teleportations, while unable to free them from the battlefield, are like slippery eels, making it ten times more difficult for her to capture Anna!
Her sharp gaze pierced the stars and moon in the sky.
Grom was also extremely irritable.
The spatial interference from the stars and moon not only protected Mark, but also repeatedly thwarted his attempt to seize the Pale Crown.
His unpredictable teleportation caused his seemingly sure-fire attacks to repeatedly miss their mark.
The fact that the Star Moon Church could control such a noble ability as space without reaching the legendary level is truly a mistake by the gods!
The soul fire in his eye sockets flickered violently, and he let out a threatening growl: "Star Moon's woman! You're asking for death!"
However, Xingyue ignored their threats.
She appeared calm, but after each precise spatial shift, her breathing became slightly more rapid, clearly indicating that such meticulous control was taking a toll on her.
After narrowly dodging Grom's bone claws that seemed to tear through space and Thranduil's tricky arrows once again, Ruby was held tightly in Kael's arms when a sudden inspiration struck her!
She called out weakly but with unwavering clarity, "Kyle! Give the Bloodvine Heart to Anna!"
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