The sky was overcast with dark clouds, as though a hole had been torn open in the heavens, and rain and lightning fell incessantly.
The black lightning was only visible when it flashed intermittently.
But the rain had no chance to reach the ground, for beneath the clouds, three-colored flames spun and rose from the earth.
When the flames met the rain, the water evaporated, creating a mist that lingered but for an instant before being completely vaporized by the strange tri-colored flames.
Beneath the flames, the earth was scorched, and those who failed to escape could only endure the burning and heat brought by the flames.
Even so, the lightning from the sky was harvesting their lives with deadly precision.
Where the flames had not spread, people of various races panicked at the sight.
Some fled for their lives, wanting to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Others clenched their teeth and charged into the whirl of three-colored flames.
Before long, they turned into corpses, lying here forever.
As for Jiang Yuan?
Now, no one bothered with the idea of confronting him.
Standing amidst the three-colored flames, Jiang Yuan appeared godlike, quietly observing the myriad scenes before him.
"How terrifying."
Wusun Zhongliang couldn't help but exclaim, shaken by what he saw.
"If we were still there..."
Another young Demon Race member, who had also experienced the eighth level of the Time-Space Gate Temple, felt a surge of relief.
"Thank goodness we're not down there..."
Wusun Cheng, though unwilling, clenched his fists. Yet upon seeing the scene again, he couldn't help but admit that Wenren Fangyan was right.
"It's too difficult to beat him."
Wenren Fangmeng frowned, "Unless we could take out Jiang Yuan instantly, his unique Card Spirits are too horrifying, each with combat power surpassing their current realm."
"Indeed."
Wenren Fangyan nodded in agreement, "And he's our peer; we'll encounter him more in the future."
With that, Wenren Fangyan turned and walked towards the gathering area of the Demon Race, no longer wishing to watch.
"Let's go; the outcome is already determined."
Looking at Wenren Fangyan's retreating back, the hearts of the Demon Race members were filled with an inexplicable sense of loss.
Despite this, they still followed Wenren Fangyan towards the Demon Race's gathering area.
"Brother, how about I ask Uncle Two if he can make a Skill Card that can restrain Jiang Yuan, or at least limit his Card Spirits?"
Wenren Fangmeng quickly followed and caught up with Wenren Fangyan to ask.
"Of course, his cards are always exceptional, with Uncle Two's intelligence, after we return, I will talk to him to craft..."
Their voices became more distant, but the laughter grew closer.
"Hahaha!"
Gudusidan couldn't help but burst into laughter, making Gudusite somewhat puzzled.
"I can't hold it in."
The Soul Fire in Gudusidan's pupils quivered as he laughed.
"Is it because you can't see the other races' miserable state?"
Seeing Gudusidan's reaction, a smile also appeared on Gudusite's face as he asked.
"Of course not."
Gudusidan waved his hand with a smile, "We know how miserable they are without looking; what amuses me is Jiang Yuan."
"Jiang Yuan?"
"Yes."
Gudusidan nodded proudly in response to Gudusite's puzzled look.
"Guess what would happen if Jiang Yuan came out and couldn't find us?"
"It would be quite interesting, wouldn't it?"
Gudusite's mouth twitched, still not quite getting Gudusidan's humor.
"Of course it'll be interesting!"
Gudusidan continued to laugh heartily, "Imagine the puzzled look on Jiang Yuan's face when he comes out and can't find us—don't you think that's amusing?"
"Alright, that is quite amusing."
Gudusite, expressionless, still didn't quite get why he should feel amused.
But would Jiang Yuan really be puzzled?
"Any new instances of Undead Enslavement?"
Would Jiang Yuan be puzzled?
Not at all; he simply assumed Gudusidan and Gudusite would be directly annihilated amidst the overwhelming flames and thunder.
Yep, just another casual casualty.
Looking at the few remaining members of the Alien Race in the area, Jiang Yuan turned to Shi Ji and asked.
"None."
Shi Ji's lovely brows knitted slightly, "Not only are those two missing, but after paying close attention the whole time, aside from the two members of the Undead Clan at the start, no other Undead were killed."
"Huh?"
Jiang Yuan was puzzled, "That can't be right; surely there must be someone from the Undead Clan here?"
"But it seems that's the case."
"It can't be that they ran away with everyone, can it?"
With flames, strong winds, lightning, various Skills' lights, and the glow of cards everywhere, Jiang Yuan couldn't make out the faces of the different races, only a general idea of which races were present.
Under these circumstances, and until the battle ended, Jiang Yuan naturally wouldn't know whether any of the Undead Clan were there.
"Most likely, and we haven't seen many from the Angel Clan either," Shi Ji nodded.
"Uh..."
Jiang Yuan paused for a moment, and then Jie Shouyi joined him.
"The Demon Race's people are also absent."
As Jie Shouyi's voice rang out, Jiang Yuan immediately understood.
"Damn, they saw through it!"
Jiang Yuan wasn't foolish; these races that had fled were the ones that slipped through the net in the last All Clans battlefield.
Whether it was Gudusidan of the Undead Clan or Gloria of the Angel Clan, or Wusun Zhongliang of the Demon Race, it was the same for them all.