Godly Energy spiked constantly as all sorts of abilities were unleashed. Two figures flickered through the core of the battlefield as each of their attacks caused thunderclaps. In fact, the resultant heat alone unleashed a sea of flames.

In the meantime, twenty-five clones sprinted forth before attacking the enemy cultivators, riddling them with ice spikes that constantly stripped away at the laws forming their Land Incarnation.

The remaining five clones looked behind them, staring at the cultivators from the Zamuria Empire. "We're going to charge. We'll keep the enemies busy. Work on destroying their Land Incarnations!"

"Alright!" Those that had a wise head above their shoulders immediately realized that this was a chance. Whether he did it voluntarily or not, Krune's actions opened up a path for them.

So, they charged after the clones, beginning to target the Land Incarnations of their opponents first.

In the meantime, Krune and Hrook clashed constantly, attacking each other with all their might.

"Heuk!" Hrook grunted as the mortal part of Pestlor crashed into him, sending him flying from the impact, shattering his bones on one side. However, when he was sent flying, his body collapsed into a pool of blood mist that his energy condensed together into his figure once again.

He then used his active ability to slam forth countless spikes into Krune, shooting them forth like a machine gun. In response, Krune calmly condensed an ice shield before him, constantly increasing its thickness as it was being shredded apart at the front.

His other hand flickered, throwing out the palm-sized Cloud Whale that arched in the air before slamming into the shield of blood surrounding Hrook, causing a portion of it to turn into ice. Though, upon seeing that Hrook's Spiritual Incarnation prevented him from being affected by his Frozen Blood, Krune changed tactics, resorting to slapping the daylights out of his enemy.

After all, Hrook was someone with an insecure pride, being offended at everything. Even a normal man would become pissed when slapped in the face, not to mention Hrook.

So

"Screw you! Bastard!" Hrook groaned as his face had caved in from the impact, grandly deforming to the extent that he had no other choice but to dissolve his body into blood mist and reform once again.

But, every time he did so, he was expending a lot of his energy and blood reserves. Moreover, thanks to their constant clashing, the Land Incarnation he had laid on the ground had long since been shattered beyond recognition to the extent the laws of the God Realm took charge at the place once again.

Of course, Krune's Land Incarnation also suffered the same fate. Then again, that was his goal all along. He definitely didn't wish to retain his Land Incarnation in such a place where everyone fought constantly.

Hrook didn't seem to have completed his body cultivation method. And hence, his physique was only a bit stronger than a Red Demon. So, he wasn't Krune's match, not at the very least.

Krune was still holding back, only using a couple of his abilities. After all, he noticed countless eyes on him ever since he approached the battlefield. And the eyes were from those in the sky, battling atop the cliff.

Immortals!

He wasn't from the Zamuria Empire but from the Zamuria Continent. As he battled, Krune noticed a small difference in his cloth design, indicating the difference. Considering the strength he displayed, he attracted a lot of attention.

Those from the Zamuria Empire wished to recruit him into their fold, while those from the Guria Empire wished to prevent that from happening. They didn't wish for too many unforeseen factors to mix into the play.

It was apparent that Krune's appearance alone already tilted the balance in favor of the Zamuria Continent. After all, the strongest from the Guria Continent, Hrook, was struggling against him from the start.

Anyone with a tenth of a brain cell would understand Krune's value.

"Damn it!" Hrook grunted, slamming an attack onto Krune's neck, noticing that the injury he inflicted healed in an instant. "This fucking turtle!"

"Have you ever seen such a fast turtle?" Krune flailed around with the Pestlor, smacking Hrook to the extent the other party felt like he was becoming dumb. After all, from the start, all the hits had been aimed at the face.

And as if they had a grudge, the first attack perfectly shattered his nose, in the same manner, every single time. After that was his left jaw, followed by the right. It was this combo all the time, no matter how Hrook defended himself.

By the time this combo was repeated thrice, Hrook had understood what was happening, seething with uncontrollable rage.

Krune was taunting him!

But no matter how well he defended himself, the attacks from the Pestlor accurately landed on the same three locations. Soon, it seemed like Hrook was unable to hold on, looking like he was about to give in, both physically and mentally. In fact, the damage to his mental state seemed terrifying, causing his fragile ego to be demolished.

And, just as Krune was able to completely overpower him, a voice resounded in his ears.

"Brat! Don't you dare kill him! He's too important to waste time with a revival."

'One of them took action.' Krune smirked as countless thoughts clashed in his mind, transmitting the message through Divine Sense, "Well, if he continues to charge at me, I have no other choice, right?"

"Humph! You're not even part of the Zamuria Empire. Do you think you can remain safe after killing him?" The voice resounded, gruff with a menacing tone, one that was blackmailing him.

And in response to that, Krune casually increased the strength in Pestlor, slamming it into Hrook's head, splattering it into pieces, causing him to hurriedly take on his blood mist form to revive. However, it was taking longer than usual as he only recondensed after more than three seconds had passed.

"You know...before you try to blackmail me, ask your grandpa first." Krune laughed. "Now, run along with your useless threats."