The pale green soul flames that were about to go out in Grom's eyes suddenly burst forth with a light of wild joy and greed, as if they had been doused with boiling oil!
The desperate situation... took an unexpected turn at the last moment!
The image of that blasphemous scum entangling the seraph was like a stimulant injected into his nearly broken will.
He abruptly turned towards the relentlessly pursuing emerald green figure in mid-air, his hoarse roar piercing the battlefield's roar:
"Thranduil! I will help you capture the traitor! The Heart of the Bloodvine is mine!"
On the canopy of the dead tree, a glint of cold light flashed in the emerald eyes beneath the hood of the elven hunter.
Her pride instinctively made her want to rebuke the barbaric suggestion, but Anna's slippery figure appearing and disappearing in the shadows below, and Xingyue's damned spatial teleportation, forced her to suppress her anger.
She didn't give a verbal reply, but the emerald green arrow she was shooting at, aimed at the trajectory of the Star Moon Silver Spear, suddenly became three times sharper.
This is a form of tacit consent.
Upon seeing this, Grom's soulfire flashed with a hint of triumphant malice.
His massive undead body no longer attempted to break through the spatial blockade of the Star Moon to capture Anna.
Instead, the bone claws swung, and the viscous necromantic magic transformed into pale green chains, which, together with Thranduil's tricky arrows, frantically interfered with Starmoon's control over the spatial nodes!
"Get out of here, you wretched dog who's taken over my nest!"
A hint of impatience flashed in Xingyue's wine-red eyes. Her silver spear stirred the starlight, easily deflecting the incoming necromancer chains and arrows, but the frequency of the spatial ripples was clearly suppressed for a moment.
It was that momentary delay!
Thranduil, like a cheetah that has smelled blood, tore through the air with his emerald green figure, his cold gaze from beneath his hood fixed on Anna, who had just emerged from a spatial ripple!
The longbow was drawn to its fullest extent, and a vibrant green arrow, imbued with powerful binding force, shot out, aiming directly at the animal skin bag in Anna's arms.
She didn't care about the heart at all; Anna wanted to capture it, but she would never allow something that could threaten the future of the elves to fall into the hands of the orcs!
Beastmaster Must Monto?
There absolutely cannot be a second one!
"Watch out!" Monica's exclamation rang out from the shadows.
Her figure emerged like a ghost from the shadows behind Anna, and the curved blade in her hand, glowing with an eerie light, slashed across the side, precisely striking the emerald green arrow!
clang!
A piercing metallic clang!
Monica groaned as the shadow magic attached to the blade was mostly shattered by the powerful natural magic, leaving her arms numb.
But this attack successfully altered the arrow's trajectory, causing it to graz Anna's shoulder and plunge into the swamp, exploding into a vibrant green halo.
With Monica's help, Anna once again merged into the shadows, her hands trembling slightly as she held the Bloodvine Heart, her face pale.
Thranduil's oppressive aura was too strong. If it weren't for Monica's timely assistance and her own enhanced shadow power from the extreme mutation, she definitely wouldn't have been able to avoid that arrow.
"Annoying bugs!"
Thranduil's emerald eyes flashed with murderous intent as he was about to lock onto Anna again, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of several auras suddenly erupting at the edge of the battlefield!
Enzo transformed into a five-meter-tall obsidian lava giant, his massive warhammer, imbued with boiling dark magic, crashing down like a meteor onto the remaining undead orcs.
With a deafening roar, mud flew everywhere, and the undead orc's hard body shattered like rotten wood under the violent force. The remaining blood-red roses on its body were instantly ignited, turning into pure life force to nourish itself!
Little Mu's four pairs of gray-blue blood-patterned wings flapped, and rays of necromantic magic swept across the battlefield like a torrential rain, precisely killing the members of the Corrupted Vine Alliance who were trying to surround them.
What made Thranduil's pupils constrict the most was the state of Monica and Anna.
A reaper in the shadows, with wings like blades, their reversed edges cold and menacing.
She had completely transformed into a shadow archer, her aura perfectly blending with the shadows, making her almost undetectable unless she deliberately locked onto her.
The two worked together seamlessly, with Monica responsible for close-range parrying and harassment, while Anna continuously fired cunning shadow arrows from the shadows, clearing out the surrounding minions with astonishing efficiency.
The stars and moon, suspended high in the sky, saw this scene and a subtle smile appeared on their lips.
She keenly sensed that Anna, under Monica's protection, had begun to develop the ability to survive and maneuver under Thranduil's control.
With a flick of his silver spear, dazzling starlight coiled around Grom's massive body like chains.
"You beast king's damned dog, your opponent is me! Stop trying to bully little kids!"
Xingyue's voice was mocking, and the powerful traction force pulled Grom, who was trying to pounce on Mark, back astray.
Grom was bound by the Starshine Chains, his Soulfire leaping furiously, emitting a low growl like metal scraping against metal:
"Star Moon's woman! You're asking for death!"
He had to mobilize his power to fight against Xingyue's starlight magic, and his massive body was dragged toward the outer edge of the battlefield.
Just as Xingyue was pulling him away from the core battlefield, Xingyue's clear, cold voice clearly reached Mark's ears:
"Little Mark, stop spacing out! Kill that pile of blasphemous rotten flesh, it's time to clear the area!"
Mark's gaze sharpened, instantly locking onto the filthy flesh that was writhing wildly and tightly enveloping the seraph.
Little Mum, as if by telepathy, flapped her four wings and, like a weary bird returning to its nest, instantly flew behind Mark.
The four pairs of wings folded together and merged, transforming into a strange "cloak" that flowed with four kinds of magic, clinging tightly to Mark's priest's robe, like a moving accessory.
A pure necromantic power mixed with life force flowed continuously from Little M into Mark's body.
Little M was able to give its magic back to Mark.
Grom, who was about to pounce on Anna again, heard Xingyue's words and saw Mark's actions. A piercing laugh erupted from his pale green soulfire:
"Hahaha! Wishful thinking! A priest who hasn't even reached the threshold of legendary status dares to touch a monster that even seraphim can't defeat?"
"That pile of mud will devour you and that slime together, leaving not a single bone! I'll be waiting to collect your skull!"
He said this aloud, but in his heart he was overjoyed.
The gray-clad giant, having fused with the holy flames of the Seraphs and devoured a large amount of necromantic energy, became extremely strange and difficult to deal with.
Mark's initiative to approach him was practically a gift delivered to his doorstep!
Once the fleshy pulp devours Mark, the Pale Crown will most likely fall directly into this blasphemous creation.
Although he couldn't guarantee that the Grey Giants wouldn't break the Covenant Gunfight [Pale Skull Crown].
But as the controller of necromancy, he has his own ways of extracting new benefits from this artificial flesh!
Mark ignored Grom's taunts.
...
In the center of the battlefield, the Seraph was tightly wrapped in a mass of filthy flesh and blood formed from the remains of the desecrated gray giant.
The holy flames and the dark red blasphemous fire clashed fiercely, producing a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.
The sacred light flickered under the pressure of the writhing mass of flesh, clearly caught in a fierce struggle.
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