Is that a Wisp?
chapter-1311

"Uwaak!"

"Gehweee!"

"Puahhh!"

The screams of three God Trial Realm cultivators resounded as they were enveloped within burning spheres of fire that resembled the sun. The three burning spheres contained a suffocating amount of power, causing the onlookers to break out into cold sweat.

And the most mysterious fact about this was how all the heat was contained within the spheres. There wasn't anything mysterious about this attack. It neither contained any law nor had the ability to destroy one's Spiritual Incarnation.

All it had was a simple power.

Heat!

Blazing temperatures, the likes of which even cultivators using the Law of Fire could never hope to emit. Such heat churned within the spheres, beginning to melt the bodies of the cultivators.

As there was no law contained within this attack, their Spiritual Incarnations began to quickly recover from the attack. However, the heat raged on, continuing to melt their bodies, placing them in a state of limbo, one of eternal suffering.

A couple of hours trapped in such burning spheres caused the minds of the cultivators to give out first as their Spiritual Incarnations soon followed suit, collapsing immediately.

The shattering of their minds was reflected in their Divine Senses, which eventually led to the collapse of their Spiritual Incarnation. Slowly, the laws themselves were being damaged by the heat as soon after, there was nothing of the three immortals left behind.

Hiss!

Those at the God Trial Realm shuddered upon gazing at such a scene. Those that had been fighting with the immortals from the Zamuria Continent had stopped soon after the Mountain Sect made entry.

Among them, the trio of Zamura, Zamuria, and Seamstress shocked them all. It was especially true for those that recognized Zamura, shouting in shock.

"Isn't that the eccentric Cultivator?"

"Cultivator? He's become an immortal now?"

"How… is this possible?"

"Weren't we the same age as him? We've only managed to reach the Semi-God Realm while he's already attained such a level of strength?"

Suddenly, a cultivator shouted in fear, transmitting his voice throughout the battlefield, "Everyone! Don't take out your weapons or any items! Cultivator is capable of gaining control over them all!"

"Hmph! I'll see you try!" A God Trial Realm cultivator at the peak snorted as he landed before Zamura. He had already seen the Seamstress's fight and had figured out that she was strong.

But even with that, he wasn't afraid, having been hailed as a genius when he was young. He had the confidence of defeating the Seamstress quickly, despite seeing her strength.

And upon hearing from the Mountain Sect disciples as to how he was the Sect Master of the Mountain Sect, he wished to defeat Zamura and attain glory.

After all, none of them had ever thought that a new sect would pop up in their three continents. From when their records existed, the ruling party of all three continents had remained the same.

In history, many ambitious people had established sects of their own. However, they were quickly suppressed. It was not to mention their inability to gather enough resources to grow strong quick enough as they turned poor soon after, having expended all the resources they had accumulated to serve their ambitions.

After that, they either gave in to their fate and joined the ruling powers or eventually were killed off. But now, not only did the Mountain Sect seem successful in having a lot of immortals, they even dared to participate in the war.

The higher-ups had already instructed him to deal with Zamura and deal a critical blow to the Mountain Sect. So, it went without saying he was ready to do that.

"Here, take my attack!" the God Trial Realm cultivator shouted and slammed a basic attack at Zamura, intending to smack him into his place first.

But suddenly, a fish flashed into place, blocking the attack easily, not even suffering a scratch.

"I'll be your opponent," Zamuria said, calmly walking towards the God Trial Realm cultivator until she was within his arm's reach, taunting him. "Or, are you incapable of attacking someone stronger than you?"

"A mere tiny sect's immortal dares to act arrogant before me?" The God Trial Realm cultivator laughed as he snorted. "Remember the name of the one that will kill you. I'm Dolveron, your future nightmare."

"Dolveron?" Zamuria raised her eyebrow as she smirked. Suddenly, before Dolveron managed to react, something slammed into him, sending him flying away until he crashed into an Elementary God Realm cultivator, angering that powerhouse.

"Heh, your name isn't qualified to battle me." Zamuria slowly entered a stance, saying with a solemn tone, "I bear the name of my continent, possessing the strength, grace, and fate of my empire."

"Zamuria!"

"Zamuria?" The eyes of all the cultivators flickered in shock, doubling down their gazes on her.

"She's Zamuria?" An Elementary God Realm cultivator frowned.

He was aware of a tradition that was followed in their three continents. When someone exceptionally talented appeared in their families, they were named after their respective continent.

And throughout the continent, there would only be one bearing this name. Only if they die would someone else be chosen. Though, that wasn't guaranteed.

After all, to bear the name of their continent and their empire, the cultivator should be so exceptional that they should clearly stand above their peers to such an extent that they outshine every cultivator that was birthed from the respective continent for at least ten millennia.

And now, standing before them was the immortal bearing the name of her continent—Zamuria.

"Bring out Rumria, if you even have someone that talented in your midst." Her tone was filled with arrogance.

As for Dolveron, he was a bloody mess, coughing out blood from time to time as he failed to heal easily. The Elementary God Realm cultivator behind him snorted, pointing a finger at Dolveron as he emitted a dense stream of Godly Energy.

Immediately, all the laws plaguing him from healing were ejected as his body regenerated immediately.

"Thank you, Elder!" Dolveron cupped his hands, bowing at the Elementary God Realm cultivator.

"Dolveron, stand down. You're no match for her." The Elementary God Realm turned around, ignoring Dolveron's protest as he announced to his group, "Tell Rumria that her opponent is waiting."

"It's time to show our continent's ace."