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Chapter 810 - 451: Heroes Battle the Nine Realms, The Mentor Supports the Firmament (5K)

Chapter 810: Chapter 451: Heroes Battle the Nine Realms, The Mentor Supports the Firmament (5K)

At this moment, numerous myths were focusing their attention on the battle erupting outside the Flame Academy, outside Torrent Port.

Their divine senses locked onto a specific anchor and cast their gazes with their minds.

"The Flame Academy only has two demigod vice-principals, who both went to support Torrent Port, taking with them a great number of myths. Doesn’t that mean the current Flame Academy..."

They thought to themselves, "This is bad."

The Flame Academy is now a strong backup force, possessing efficient and harmless methods to eliminate disasters, and they did not wish to see the Flame Academy suffer any misfortune.

The demigod of Shuiman Country silently thought the situation was dire.

Judging by the distance, the two vice-principals of the Flame Academy were about to reach the battlefield, breathing life into the fight for Torrent Port, but surely they wouldn’t just turn around and leave?

Putting themselves in their shoes, if their own homeland was under siege, they would definitely put everything else aside and hurry back to defend their home.

However, that was not the case.

The two vice-principals of the academy made their way to the battlefield at Torrent Port, cutting into the surging Dark Tide like a sharp knife.

Tears of gratitude filled the eyes of the demigod myths from Shuiman Country.

The Flame Academy, they are truly capable!

But what about their headquarters? Relying only on defensive structures like the Pure Sky Dome and the Glorious Sword, it seemed they could not hold out for long.

Both were actually quite powerful. The Glorious Sword, with its triune formation, could unleash a brilliant golden sword light that even a demigod would have to evade. However, when used against the Evil Tide, the Glorious Sword’s effect was much weaker. It was a single-target attack; one strike could annihilate thousands, even tens of thousands of Mysterious Evil, but against the endless black tide of Mysterious Evil, this was just a drop in the bucket.

At this time, the Immortal Legion, which housed hundreds of thousands of independent Awakeners, struck out boldly.

With just one strike, they killed an equal number of Mysterious Evils. When the legion began its charge, the densely packed black tide of Mysterious Evil visibly thinned out at a visible rate.

After the red-hued legion completed one circuit and returned to the area sheltered by the Pure Sky Dome, the external Evil Tide had already become sparse and scattered.

The myths who were secretly watching were utterly astonished.

"Is this really the work of a myth?!"

To annihilate a million Mysterious Evils with one strike, to knock back a demigod with a single blow, and you call this a myth?

"I have been defeated at the hands of this Lord Black Blade."

The Red Sand Lion spoke; he had no right to challenge such a person.

In the future, he would add a defeat at the hands of Black Blade to his record.

This was an honor.

Some demigods focused on Black Blade’s action, repelling a strike from a demigod of the Evil God’s faction with a solemn expression, "In this state, the power of Black Blade from the Flame Academy is no less than that of this king."

"Liu Feng, the Headmaster, Black Blade, the Chief Instructor, Professor Gou... The Flame Academy is truly filled with talent!"

They were envious and jealous.

What luck did that plain-looking, at most slightly handsome young headmaster have to possess so many outstanding subordinates!

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The headmaster they envied was feeling very regretful at this moment.

He looked outside at the Mysterious Evil Tide being pushed away like by a bulldozer, "If this was within my own Oasis, think of how many Destiny Points and items I could harvest!"

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Inside the Pure Sky Dome, one by one, the passerby Awakeners, gradually recovering from their fervor, gasped for breath, with some even completely drained of energy, weakly collapsed on the ground.

Fear lingered in their eyes.

Had they really fought in and out of the Evil Tide, surrounded by myths and demigods, seven times over?

"We’re really amazing!"

"If we can just survive, I could boast about today’s achievements for ten years, no, for a lifetime!"

"Absolutely, I’ve fought against a demigod!"

When they came to their senses, their legs were already weak, no longer capable of recreating their recent heroism, but this didn’t stop them from boasting.

To not brag about such achievements would be more agonizing than killing them.

Some of the stronger, still fervent Awakeners looked toward the knife-cut severe black silhouette, wishing that the great person could lead them into the fray once more.

Such a life would be without regrets.

However, Black Blade did not charge again.

He took command of the Immortal Heroic Spirits, with their epic generals and elite warriors, forcibly organizing an army of hundreds of thousands. Powerful indeed, but very unstable.

If a demigod outside caught them off-guard, with their far superior agility, they could easily disperse the large legion.

Just now, Black Blade had caught the demigods and myths of the Evil God camp unprepared, leaving them clueless about the tactics of the Immortal Legion.

The same move wouldn’t work a second time.

But it was enough.

The external Evil Tide had already thinned out significantly, and these Mysterious Evils were dragged in by the demigods of the Dark River from the surrounding regions.

As the tide thinned, the burden on the Pure Sky Dome lessened considerably.

Black Blade, Gou Ping’an, Liu Ji, and others relied on the dome, not confronting those mythic demigods, but simply focusing on annihilating the Common Mystic Evil, transforming into masters of Mysterious Evil cleanup.

The students remaining at the academy emerged en masse.

Among them were the old veterans of the Flame, exceptionally powerful but lacking in mystic gains, who seized this opportunity to fight fiercely, turning the defense of the city into a war of annihilation.

"But this is just a defensive effort relying on the Sky Dome. Even if we can’t break through this dome for the moment, we can still severely deplete its energy. It won’t last for long."

A Dark River demigod who was once a human strongman, quite familiar with the defense mechanisms, spoke.

He emitted waves of shrill cries, the invisible sound waves rippling outward, and the dark waters churned continuously.

One hour passed, and the white dome rippled constantly.

Two hours passed, and the white dome rippled constantly.