Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1142 - 1081: Ancient Battle Flag

The sea of fire stopped without any warning; one moment it was a towering sea of fire, the next there wasn’t even a spark left.

"God of Slaughter, how majestic!" At this moment, a leisurely voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth, and a figure abruptly appeared in the air.

This was a very old Half-Beastman, strikingly different from the usual tall and strong Half-Beastmen, with a thin and frail body, a hunched back, draped in a cloak, revealing arms that were skin and bones.

He leaned on a cane, his face covered in deep wrinkles, silver hair cascading down his back, looking like an ordinary, decrepit old man.

However, this old man exuded a profound and steady aura; the Half-Beast Players had barely escaped, yet he had appeared here voluntarily, speaking to Huang Yi with such composure, apparently of no small standing.

Moreover, the moment he appeared, the sea of fire was instantly extinguished, almost certainly his doing.

By this time, Huang Yi had already killed the last Half-Beast Player. He slowly turned around, looking toward the old man.

"Who are you?" Huang Yi asked in a deep voice, gripping his Wrath of the Godslayer firmly, without charging recklessly.

The old man smiled a little, nodded, and said, "It is indeed a very common request for the dying to ask the name of their killer; I can fulfill this. Let me introduce myself, I am the Great Elder of the Half-Beast Holy Land—Sarantu. I have been in seclusion on the Holy Mountain for many years, but for your sake, I have picked up my cane again and descended the mountain once more."

The Great Elder of the Half-Beast Holy Land!

Huang Yi’s heart tensed; just now, Vice-Principal Divinr Marksman Ica had told him that the Half-Beast Holy Land had three Ascension Stage strongholds: the Chief, the High Priest, and the Great Elder. This old man named Sarantu standing before him was actually the Great Elder!

He must have used some secret technique to know about the battle here immediately and teleported over, intending to eliminate him.

Sarantu gave a kindly smile, as if looking at a young junior, and praised, "I have to say, you are the most talented child I have encountered in all my long years of life. In just a few years, you’ve grown to this extent. Across our Half-Beast Holy Land, only a few of us old fellows are confident enough to kill you. However, since you’ve repeatedly escaped our Half-Beast Holy Land’s pursuits before, this time, to prevent your escape, I specifically brought an Ancient Battle Flag. So, don’t think about running away; use all your might and fight me, and then die at my withered hands. This is your only choice."

After speaking, a tattered little flag suddenly appeared in Sarantu’s hand.

This little flag was only the size of a palm, old and worn, with several holes in the flag surface, gently fluttering in the sea breeze, showing no particular uniqueness.

Yet Huang Yi stared intently at the small flag with a solemn expression. At Oskan Royal Academy, he had focused on Formation Class studies and knew deeply how powerful this flag was.

Generally, arena formations are set up before the battle in the combat area, luring enemies into the formation’s range, making them inconvenient to use.

However, long ago, the clever Ancient Goblin tribe invented the Battle Flag. They engraved the formation directly on a magical little flag, which, when pulled out and planted in the void during battle, could instantly deploy an arena formation.

Some battle flags inscribed by Array Masters, once planted, could change the weather, shake the earth, and perform wonders beyond the comprehension of the ghost or god. Some were even ancient formations that have now been lost, with no recorded method of breaking them in the books, leaving those trapped with almost no way to escape.

But the Ancient Goblins have long vanished into history, and the art of the battle flag has also disappeared, with only a scant few remaining flags floating down the river of time to the current era.

In recent years, Huang Yi had never seen such a thing as a battle flag; not even Dragon Spike, the player most proficient in formations, possessed such a treasure.

Unexpectedly, he encountered this legendary relic in the hands of this Half-Beast Great Elder.

The Half-Beast Holy Land indeed has profound heritage, able even to produce something almost lost to time.

"Alright! God of Slaughter, now that you know the reason for your death, go ahead and die peacefully!" Sarantu smiled gently, planting the battle flag into the void.

"Pop, pop, pop..." In an instant, the old little flag burst into radiance, as if abruptly awakening from a long slumber. Rings of purple light rapidly spread from it, like ripples flowing all the way to the horizon.

At a boundary, those purple lights suddenly halted, forcibly compressed within the limits.

Within this boundary, the entire sky turned purple! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The heavenly phenomenon here quickly alerted the distant Central Continent, where people along the coastal areas noticed the anomaly in this sea region, turning their heads in horror to look.

In their eyes, the sky over the distant ocean appeared to be enclosed by some mysterious power, turned purple, with a very distinct boundary, uncertain of what was transpiring within.

At this moment, both Huang Yi and Sarantu were enveloped by this purple light, taken into the range of this battle flag.

The Furious Ocean Great Warship on the sea below was unaffected. The Hero Guild players on the deck continued to gaze upwards at the sky with concerned expressions, worried for Huang Yi.

"God of Slaughter, come! Let me see your prowess!" said Sarantu as his cloak suddenly billowed, finally releasing his Ascension Stronghold presence!

He gripped the cane, devoid of any defensive measures, rushing straightforwardly toward Huang Yi!

Though he hadn’t reached him yet, Huang Yi felt an imposing pressure, like tides, surging waves crashing toward him, causing him to lean slightly backward.

In an instant, Huang Yi made a judgment in his heart. Sarantu’s strength was at least a Two Steps Heaven stronghold, perhaps even a Three-Step Ascension, far stronger than the previous Fànyú!

Fànyú had already been injured, and was tricked by Huang Yi, leading to a frustrating death, but Sarantu was a perfectly strong Ascension. There was only a direct fight!

Huang Yi flapped the Wings of Freedom on his back, his body retreating swiftly, while extending his hand, which trembled slightly in the air, secreting the poison of the Kiss of Death.

Strands of colorless, odorless poison instantaneously released from his fingertips, tainting the air along the way and rapidly spreading in all directions.

Sarantu pursued Huang Yi along his retreat path, quickly rushing into the air polluted by the toxin.