At this moment, he is already utilizing the ’Spirit Light Communication’ inherited from the Sunbird to coordinate tactics with Anfa and ’Ian’ for the upcoming siege on Ian.
It sounds as if Aina indeed knows The Unyielding Fortress very well. The Unyielding Fortress that Hiliard passed down to Ian does have some weaknesses and flaws that can be countered by the techniques he mentioned.
This Imperial Grandson Aina is truly honest; he really dares to trust his allies.
This is what Ian’s core is thinking at the moment, and within a breath, Anfa and ’Aina’ move forward together with Aina, forming an inverted triangle position, protecting Aina at the rear, as a sharp aura rises.
On the other side, the Necrocaller and Elg remain silent but have already subtly positioned themselves at a potential ’blind spot’ behind Ian. Known for their ever-changing strategies, Yanjiang and the City of Knowledge are now observing, which actually places more pressure on the Ghost Valley Knight.
As for the last, the Silver Fairy, this captain with skirt armor, a unicorn helmet, holding a lance bigger than her own body, is hovering up and down, propelled by crystal wings without taking any action.
No need for more words, the battle has already begun.
The first to strike, naturally, is Gaer—having come to the ruins expressly to face stronger entities, he certainly wouldn’t forgo the chance to challenge The Unyielding Fortress. A surging emerald gale howls through the air, then condenses on his twin blades as he charges directly at the Black-Haired Knight.
At this moment, unlike his prior fight against Sioian, Gaer’s face is marked with scarlet battle marks resembling claw marks, which appear naturally at the limit of the World-Devouring War Wolf Lineage activation.
The blade’s sharpness flashed through the air, as Gaer sprinted hundreds of meters in an instant, the twin blades’ edges leaving a trail of howling winds, with a sweeping blue-red hue aimed at the neck of the Ghost Valley Knight.
And following closely is Golan; this elven prodigy silently maneuvered behind Ian. As Gaer drew the knight’s attention with his strongest frontal strike, she unleashed her attack brimming with piercing lethality.
Silvery light spun around Golan, each flash representing an Essence Knife accelerated to its utmost and stored within her ’National Domain.’
Within mere seconds, more than seven hundred Essence Short Blades were fully accelerated. Then, as Golan raised her hand, a pitch-black shadowy void manifested before her, and all the Essence Short Blades erupted from this void at her extreme speed and power, like a raging storm of blades!
Simultaneously, the light longsword in Aina’s hand morphed into a longbow amid the brilliant radiance. He drew the bow, and the formless light converged at the bowstring, transforming into the sharpest light arrow, while ’Ian’ and Anfa also advanced, each holding a longsword, following Gaer from different directions to encircle the Ghost Valley Knight.
Ian’s swordsmanship surged like mighty waves, creating massive sword auras that stretched tens of meters in the air, unleashing indisputable destructive power.
Meanwhile, the longsword in Anfa’s hand moved like a dragon’s shadow across the firmament—swift, direct, sharp, each flash heralded an imminent fatal intent.
The five strongest young warriors of Terra charged together, shattering the shadows at once, with intense killing intent saturating the heavens and the earth.
The blade has yet to land, but the wind has arrived.
The black-haired knight’s long hair fluttered backward, like blazing flames, and blinding silver light shone in his pitch-black eyes.
——Teacher, today I shall rehearse here for the battles that will inevitably occur when I conquer the whole Terra in the future!
With a long wail, he too drew his sword!
A resounding sword cry ripped through all killing intent.
Leading Gaer only felt a pitch-black lightning tear through space-time, completely engulfing the Ghost Valley Knight’s figure and then surging toward him.
That was the sword glow—a pitch-black heavy sword with fine gold light at its edge turning into an unstoppable thunderbolt. The air exploded continuously under the terrible force, and the sword blade ignited the air, exuding a hellish scorched scent... this was the sword of hell, a sword of inevitable punishment and destruction!
Gaer’s eye twitched, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he let out a furious roar, crossing his twin blades, intending to clash head-on with Ian’s sword.
A deafening crash, like a giant hammer smashing down on an anvil, struck. Gaer, advancing swiftly, was instantly struck to one knee, and the crystal stone floor beneath him cracked entirely with a loud crunch, forming a massive spiderweb fracture at his feet.
Barely parrying this sword, Gaer spat out a mouthful of blood, a result of biting through his tongue. He felt as though the arms holding his blades were fractured, and only the support from the essence kept them from exploding.
In the next instant, the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword was raised again. This most unadorned downward slash felt like divine retribution, and its next target would be that white-furred wolf’s head.
——If I can’t block it, I’ll die! The crisis of death approached, causing Gaer’s pupils to constrict.
But just at this moment, hundreds of Essence Flying Knives unleashed by Golan arrived—these Essence Blades, seemingly forged from silvery shadow slivers, were exceptionally sharp and naturally counter most Origin Shields; even the Heart-Light Shield could not withstand such high energy-level creations.