The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

The Sun True Fire Threads released by Carson Flores were blocked by the light screen emitted from the black pendant on Balete’s chest.

At the same time, Balete discovered Carson Flores hidden within the flames and pointed a finger, sending the giant axe in the air slashing down ferociously at Carson Flores.

Carson Flores did not clash head-on with him; after all, he was just a Lower Grade Land Immortal, while the opponent was already a Peak Great Land Supreme Immortal, claiming to be invincible below Great Land Prime Immortal. If they clashed directly, wouldn’t he be asking for trouble?

Fire Escape!

Carson Flores’ body transformed into fire, disappearing instantly amidst the flames as if he never appeared.

The giant axe fell, the ground instantly cracked open, revealing a bottomless Abyss stretching over a hundred miles.

The Formation experienced intense fluctuations but did not collapse because of it.

If a single strike from a Peak Great Land Supreme Immortal could break the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation, who could this formation trap anymore?

The Phoenix Fire Spirit again materialized into form, launching an attack at the crowd, while Carson Flores moved ghost-like within the formation, targeting isolated foes.

Carson Flores always appeared suddenly, launching surprise attacks, and if the strike missed, he immediately fled without staying.

Carson Flores alone couldn’t trap so many powerful beings; his task was merely to delay, waiting for Balther Weiss and others to return for a counterattack.

The strongest from the Barbarian Tribe’s squad pursued fastest; regardless of whether they could be killed within the formation, the second wave with lower strength following behind them was in dire straits!

Without the support of Balete and other Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortals, who could block the charge led by Balther Weiss’s squad?

Inside the formation, Balete and others, after the previous chaos, had adapted to the intensity of the formation’s attacks, supporting each other steadily to withstand the relentless assaults from the Phoenix Fire Spirit and Carson Flores, yet unable to break out immediately.

Outside the formation, Balther Weiss led a well-prepared Demon Race squad, charging back with extreme ferocity, delivering a head-on blow to the pursuing Barbarian Tribe squad.

The Barbarian Tribe squad collapsed instantly, beaten into a great defeat, scattering in retreat!

Balete and others finally reached the edge of the formation amidst the relentless assaults from the Phoenix Fire Spirit and Carson Flores, all the strong joined forces to blast through the formation, bursting out.

However, it was all too late!

The first wave of pursuers led by Balete was trapped within the three formations, losing members but more crucially, wasting time.

Without the Barbarian Tribe squad led by them, they were already defeated bitterly by the Demon Race squad with many forgoing the tags voluntarily to escape.

The purpose of the battle was to seize tags; in such a chaotic fight, once you discard your tags and flee, generally, no one will pursue you as they will shift their focus to attack other enemies holding tags.

The casualties of the Barbarian Tribe squad weren’t too severe, but many were eliminated.

Balther Weiss, Eolan Lorcan, and other leading strong fighters defeated the Barbarian Tribe squad and turned back, encountering Balete and others just escaping the formation.

Balete’s eyes were red; he boasted of his strength, fearless and brave, yet got trapped by the other’s strategy, feeling unbelievably furious.

"Balther Weiss, do you dare duel me to the death, until one of us dies?"

Balther Weiss smiled calmly, "Balete, you must be out of your mind. This is a battle concerning the honor of the Demon Race and Barbarian Tribe, emphasizing team victory, not individual prowess."

How could Balete not know, he was merely angry, unwilling to accept it!

After Balther Weiss finished speaking, he swiftly raised his hand, the voice returned to calm and decisive.

"First squad, strong assault, surround and kill!"

"Second squad, support!"

Following Balther Weiss’s command, the ready Demon Race squad members did not hesitate to attack together, encircling Balete and others.

Although Balete and others were powerful, they had consumed considerable strength under the bombardment of Exploding Talisman and the formation, and now with fewer numbers, how could they be opponents to the Demon Race squad in a direct fight?

"Retreat!"

Balete shouted angrily, leading the charge, wielding the battle axe to kill the obstructing Demon Race.

The other Barbarian Tribe followed closely behind Balete, resembling a sharp arrowhead, forcefully breaking a gap and then breaking through outward.

Eolan Lorcan suddenly flew forward without a word, his eyes becoming yellow vertical pupils like serpent eyes, with eerie patterns flashing rapidly inside, while simultaneously, numerous faint earth-colored patterns appeared in the air, enveloping the last few Barbarian warriors.

The few Barbarian warriors following Balete, suddenly faced a change in scene, finding themselves in a terrifying Hell, their expressions changed immediately, fumbling around and even attacking wildly.

Balther Weiss and others surrounded them, showing no mercy, striking together, severely injuring these few instantly.

Carson Flores watched from afar, his eyes lit up.

Is this the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique?

It’s really formidable!

If he could use the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique within the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation, coupled with the True Solar Fire, who among the Great Land Supreme Immortal level opponents could stop him?