The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit raged with unrelenting intensity.

The Hall of Gods had made meticulous preparations for this invasion. Besides recruiting powerful martial artists from around the world, they also distributed valuable enhanced serums to everyone.

To counter Sacred Wrym Summit’s Stormcraft technique, they developed a special combat suit capable of resisting such attacks.

Generally, a divine martial artist struck by Stormcraft would instantly lose their combat ability, but this special suit reduced the effectiveness of the attack by half. Even if struck, they could recover after a brief moment to continue fighting. The defensive capabilities of this gear were nearly flawless.

In addition, their greatest strength was the sheer weight of their numbers.

They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, under their command. During the siege, they were densely packed like a swarm of bees.

In contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only about a hundred people. Though each of them was highly skilled, they were still outnumbered, and as the battle raged on, they began to fall behind.

Fortunately, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit fought with seamless coordination. Their formation allowed them to hold their ground for a time. However, if their stamina were exhausted, the consequences would be disastrous.

“Mr. Bailey, we’ve taken over nearly every outpost on Sacred Wrym Summit. The main hall is the only area where some of them are still putting up a fight. But from the looks of it, they won’t hold out much longer.” A god- level expert dressed in black leaped onto the roof and delivered his report.

“What about Hank?” Bailey asked with an impassive expression. “How’s the progress on his end?”

The plan was to attack from multiple fronts. One group would infiltrate the Forbidden Ground, another would surround and kill the Sacred Wrym Summit experts, and the strongest group would ambush Arion. He aimed to achieve the maximum result in the shortest time possible.

Styles yet, but he’s well-prepared with contingency plans. I’m sure everything is going smoothly,” the god-level expert

Send two scouts to check and

gestured to two men, who immediately rushed

Blood Devil Willem. “Bailey, we’ve already brought the fight to

eyes. “The so- called number one of Dragonmarsh wouldn’t be a coward. Let’s wait and

the martial world of Dragonmarsh and was regarded as a godlike existence. Clearly, such a title wasn’t

danger, there was no way

Wrym Summit, I’ll bet that old geezer will crawl out of hiding.” Willem

echoed from above.

with an undeniable authority like thunderclaps. Everyone within a hundred-yard radius felt a crushing weight, as though a mountain pressed

“Hmm?”

Willem both turned their

stood with his hands behind his back. He had a head

before them was

combat stance. A flicker of surprise crossed their faces. After

Arion revealed his presence, multiple figures quickly emerged around

Eskus- Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan; Batuul, the Fist Sage of Alabastria; and several gods from the Hall of Gods. Including Bailey and Willem, there were more than ten

Arion and

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