As the remaining four focused on Armad, Sulaini once again caught one by surprise, leaping from behind and swiftly cutting him in two.

The leading Deva, the strongest among them and the only one at the province of deva level was chosen to lead the battle.

However, for Sulaini, dispatching them all wasn’t difficult, even without Armad’s distraction.

When he struck the second man, the remaining three realized Sulaini was the true threat, standing behind them.

Though they faced him, they were no match, especially with their backs turned.

Attempting to turn, they found Armad’s renewed attacks, leaving them in a quandary.

The seconds spent in deliberation gave Sulaini another opportunity to claim his third victim.

Within ten seconds, three Deva fell, highlighting the gap between Armad and Sulaini.

While Armad had acquired skills to confront the Deva, overcoming them wasn’t as simple; it required exploiting their mistakes or utilizing his full capabilities.

However, they miscalculated, leading to the downfall of the first Deva who attempted to stab Armad in the chest, but Armad seized the opportunity to counterattack instead.

Killing a Deva posed a challenge for him, unlike Sulaini, whom they couldn’t even approach.

Sulaini remained composed and unharmed as all five Deva surrounded him.

Despite the odds, Armad took pride in his cultivation progress. Now, he sprang towards one of the remaining Deva, who met him in mid-air. Wisely, the Deva avoided allowing Armad to utilize his sword and instead countered with his own, while lifting his foot to strike at Armad’s stomach.

Anticipating the attack, Armad prepared to evade it, knowing the consequences of being hit.

“Kaban’Shisu!” he chanted, instantly teleporting behind the Deva. Without waiting to fully materialize, Armad struck at the Deva from behind.

However, the Deva had anticipated this move, having witnessed Armad’s skill before, and shifted slightly, causing the sword to miss.

Undeterred, Armad swung his sword at the Deva once more, only to be blocked again by the Deva’s blade.

Meanwhile, Sulaini, having dispatched his opponent, sprung upon the Deva Armad was engaged. Absorbed in dodging Armad’s sword, the Deva remained unaware of Sulaini’s approach, granting Sulaini the advantage. In a matter of moments, the Deva met the same fate as his comrades, cleaved in two. All of this transpired within twenty seconds of Armad’s arrival.

In those fleeting moments, all five Deva met their demise, courtesy of Sulaini’s diversion. Impressed, Sulaini pondered how Armad had managed to enhance his strength in such a short span.

He briefly entertained the idea that the prince had concealed his true cultivation all along, but quickly dismissed it as improbable, having been by the prince’s side since childhood and taught him many skills, including swordplay.

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Armad sensed Sulaini’s thoughts but had neither the time nor inclination to elucidate. However, he resolved that if questioned, he would attribute his newfound prowess to chance encounters with cultivation items that accelerated his progress.

During that era, it was common for people to stumble upon treasures, leading some to become renowned cultivators after discovering a charm. Others awoke one morning to find themselves endowed with a new skill, once a lost heirloom passed down through generations. Though it may have been lost over time, it suddenly manifested within them.

This knowledge brought comfort to Armad, providing a plausible explanation for his newfound abilities. However, he doubted whether his men would require any explanations; they might even share in his excitement.

Witnessing the demise of their leaders, the wild people’s enthusiasm waned. Initially sending their bravest Deva to confront Sulaini, they regretted not sending fewer. With Armad now commanding more Deva after the deaths of seven of them, the odds shifted further against them, even if Sulaini and the prince chose to abstain from the battle.

At that moment, Armad decided he would fare better among the Core Formation cultivators, giving Sulaini a significant glance before descending to the fray.

Both Core formation cultivators and Deva possessed the ability to levitate, yet there existed a special limit for Core formation cultivators. Consequently, most battlements featured three sections: one for Condensation cultivators, another higher one for Core formation cultivators visible from the ground, and a third for Deva positioned even higher, sometimes obscured by clouds.

Thus, Armad descended to the lower tier of the battlefield, leaving the highest ground for Sulaini, trusting in his ability to swiftly dispatch the enemies there.

His decision stemmed from observing the Core formation cultivators among his forces locked in combat with those from the wild people. Despite their skill and agility, the wild people’s superior numbers posed a significant challenge. As casualties mounted among his men, Armad resolved to intervene, immediately launching into a relentless assault on the enemy.

Distinguishing the wild people was relatively easy; they wore mismatched armor, painted their faces with mud or other pigments, and some even adorned themselves in rags.

This starkly contrasted with the Prince’s forces, all clad in coordinated armor and exhibiting disciplined organization.

Amidst the chaos, Armad swiftly moved among the enemy ranks, hacking and hewing indiscriminately before teleporting to another location with the chant of “Kaban ‘shisu.” Repeating this process, he became a deadly force akin to a miniature Death Eagle, harvesting the lives of his adversaries with disturbing efficiency. Despite the carnage, the wild people remained unable to comprehend the identity or method of their assailant.

Thus, he maintained the momentum of the battle. In such moments of chaos, the victims’ fighting spirit often waned, their training seemingly forgotten amidst panic.

The situation mirrored this reality. Witnessing someone descend from the Deva section, panic ensued. They knew they stood no chance against a Deva; their attacks would be futile against one who could effortlessly repel them.

However, this assailant was different, ruthlessly cutting them down and intent on ending their lives. Furthermore, the realization that their own Deva had not come to their aid, despite outnumbering the prince’s forces, further disheartened them.

“Why this outsider?” they wondered. Did this signify their own Deva’s inadequacy?

Such thoughts only served to further diminish their morale, yet fleeing seemed futile as the mysterious assailant relentlessly pursued them.

Indeed, they soon realized that those who remained stationary lived longer than those who attempted to flee, as he targeted the latter first. Before long, the Prince’s men erupted into cheers and chants of his name, displaying their pride in their leader.

In a short span, the dynamics of the battlefield shifted, with the wild people realizing their imminent defeat. Their Condensation cultivators had been vanquished, and there was no sign of victory from their aerial forces. Despite their numbers, they understood that extinction loomed if the battle persisted in such a manner.

The hope of rescue proved to be an illusion, and within a mere five minutes, Armad had decimated their ranks, despite their considerable size.

Without delay, he distributed pills from his bag among the injured. Though met with questioning stares, he simply nodded, urging them to consume the medication. Upon doing so, they experienced a revitalization, and their wounds began to heal.

With little time to spare, Armad ascended once more to the Deva section of the battlefield, greeted by an awe-inspiring vista.