Chapter 3020: Only a Saint Can Withstand a Saint

No one hesitated, no one doubted, no one questioned; the moment they received the order, everyone in the three teams acted without hesitation, passing through the Light Gate in an orderly fashion and disappearing without a trace.

Carson Flores was feeling particularly anxious at this moment, fearing that he might be targeted by the powerful Formation controller who might be present.

Carson had no choice since his wife, apprentice, mentor, and friends were all inside.

Although these people certainly had their own means, Carson didn’t believe anyone’s escape strategies could surpass his own.

Skyfire descended, and Carson fell into the Abyss, continuing to manipulate the Water-Fire Mirror to fend off the endless flames.

He didn’t dramatically extinguish the overwhelming fire, but merely cleared a small area in front of him. When the bloody flames fell again, he cleared them repeatedly, resembling a trapped individual desperately resisting without escape.

The ground they previously stood on was instantly engulfed by endless Blood Fire, constantly surging into the Abyss.

There were over a hundred thousand people on the entire battlefield, and Carson’s number was just about one percent, isolated with no reinforcements, truly a lone small team. Compared to the large groups squeezing together and converging around the Immortal Demon Passage, they were not conspicuous.

Many teams first chose to charge towards the Immortal Demon Passage, resulting in heavy casualties in vain, then turned underground, using their Heavenly Abilities to instantly create deep pits and complex trenches to hide and evade the Blood Fire.

Thousands of miles around became a world of Blood Fire, turning into human Purgatory.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Shirley Miller’s voice transmitted in Carson’s mind.

While resisting the Blood Fire, Carson replied to Shirley Miller, "Even a Quasi-Saint probably couldn’t withstand this. I’ll use my Incarnation as a decoy to escape later."

"Be careful."

Shirley Miller didn’t say much more; in this scenario, human effort was futile. Caution was the only way to ensure self-preservation.

The Ethereal Pagoda could undoubtedly withstand the attack of this Blood Fire Formation, provided the controller did not notice them; otherwise, even the Ethereal Pagoda might be at risk.

Soon, the entire three teams had entered the Light Gate, and Carson sighed with relief, summoning the Ethereal Pagoda.

Carson’s figure flickered and disappeared into the Ethereal Pagoda. In the next second, his Incarnation appeared, taking his place.

The Blood Fire descended, enveloping Carson within it.

The entire Abyss Carson casually carved was instantly buried under endless Blood Fire.

Carson’s body ignited, his eyes spewing fire, and he instantly merged with the overwhelming Blood Fire.

He surged upward against the flow of the Abyss.

The Ethereal Pagoda, like a stone, instantly plunged into the depths of the Abyss, then silently sank into the earth, like a red-hot iron sheet plummeting into solidified butter.

Carson didn’t release his Incarnation for an Earth Escape; as he carved the Abyss, he felt the resistance increasing the further down he went.

This Formation enveloped the earth, and there might be hidden dangers underground as well; it’s better to remain motionless and adapt as needed.

The Ethereal Pagoda could block all detection, with no Spiritual Power fluctuations, making it its greatest advantage.

Concealed within the earth, it was the best hiding method. In any case, the Ethereal Pagoda was incredibly sturdy, immovable even under the burn of Blood Fire.

Carson’s body merged with the flames, moving within the Blood Fire, curious to see the fate of others.

Did the numerous Quasi-Saints have any means to break the situation?

However, just as he hadn’t traveled long within the flames, a terrifying feeling surged through him as if an extremely frightening existence had set its sights on him, causing his body to shiver subconsciously.

Carson hadn’t had time to react before an intangible yet horrifying force pressed in from all sides.

Carson’s body exploded with a bang, turning into a cloud of Blood Mist, instantly consumed and burned away by the Blood Fire.

Inside the Ethereal Pagoda, Carson’s face turned slightly pale, his eyes filled with terror.

"My Incarnation was destroyed, completely obliterated, and I had no time to react..."

Carson looked up, gazing at the women in the hall, and said in a deep voice, "A Quasi-Saint couldn’t possibly possess such overwhelming power; it must have been someone from the Saint Realm!"

The faces of the women all turned grave.

Saint!

The word weighed on them like an invisible mountain, making everyone feel directly oppressed.

"Were so many Quasi-Saints wiped out in one fell swoop?"

Carson smiled bitterly, "I don’t know. I think they must have some trump cards, or they might have a way to contact the Immortal Emperor. If lucky, they might escape, but ordinary legion soldiers would meet a tragic fate."

Pausing, Carson raised his head, "We haven’t escaped danger yet, nor do we know if that person is aware of us. Delarosa, let’s slowly move underground, not downwards, but move parallel, slowly, and away from where we were."

"Alright!"

Delarosa agreed, "With the omnipresent Blood Fire and battles everywhere, Spiritual Power is chaotic; he might not notice us, and given we number just over a thousand, compared to the entire battlefield, we’re insignificant. I think we’re likely safe."

Carson sighed, "We’ve already lost this battle; it was a trap, and we walked right into it. Worse still, the Demon Race has hidden Saints who had yet to act, catching us off guard."

"This battle should end soon. Once the Formation is opened, the Demon Race legion will likely conduct a thorough search of this area. They’ll probably seize the opportunity to attack the Immortal Realm again."

"If we make any movement in this region, we’ll likely attract the pursuit of Quasi-Saints, so safety is our primary concern. Don’t conduct any explorations, conceal all presence, and pretend we’re mere stones, hiding quietly."

"After all, the Immortal Demon Passage is completely stable now and won’t close again. As long as we stay alive, we’ll eventually have a chance to return."

"Delarosa, once we’re a few hundred miles away from where we were, stop moving. Let’s stay put for a month."

Delarosa was composed, "Alright!"

Samantha Tate made a face, "The Demon Race has Saints taking action; aren’t there any Saints from the Immortal Realm stepping in, just watching the Immortal Realm get slaughtered?"

Delarosa calmly replied, "To Saints, everyone is like an ant, and they don’t care about the lives of ants. Their actions are based on their own purposes or interests. Using the safety of the Immortal Realm or the survival of races to bind them to take action is simply impossible."

Everyone fell silent for a while.

If a Saint makes a move on those below the saint level, no one can stop it.

In the face of absolute strength, all means seem fragile and ridiculous.

Only Saints can resist Saints.

Suddenly, Carson smiled widely, "Let’s not think too much now, just hide safely and keep our little lives intact. If we can’t invite the Saints, it doesn’t mean the Immortal Emperor can’t. He will surely find a way, and it won’t be so easy for the Immortal Realm to be defeated. As long as the Immortal Emperor is alright, there shouldn’t be too big of a problem..."