CHAPTER 1733  UMBRASOL'S TERROR

"Haahh… Haaahh… Haahh…" Arvin, who was running away from the battlefield, panted heavily. Honestly, he didn't even remember when was the last time he was pushed to this state. Panting and gasping for air? He was an Eternal! His stamina was almost endless. A mere run like this would never make him gasp, even if he ran for centuries! Right now, however, the situation was entirely different. He was surrounded by Death Energy, and the more he distanced himself from those Spectral Beings that had appeared and his party, the harder it became for him to resist the Death Energy. Of course, it wasn't that he couldn't resist the Death Energy on his own. Despite him not having any Death-related abilities, as an Eternal, his resistance to Death Energy was higher than anyone in his party. The problem was that as he neared his escape, the Death Energy in the surroundings grew more and more violent, and he was forced to use more energy to resist it. It was as if the world didn't want him to escape. Not to mention that there were still those Deathstorms moving all over this place. Arvin could sense it. Even he, an Eternal, had no chance of surviving if he got engulfed by one of those. "This world is a death trap," Arvin realized. This place had turned into a mess that was simply impossible to clear unless an Infinity Level Being took action. And even then, he wasn't sure if even that would solve the problem. After all, this world had enough energy to create 10,000 Eternals… One had to know, it was impossible for a High-Level World to do that. A normal High-Level World could barely give birth to a few Eternal-Level Experts. The ones who had more than 10 Eternals were called one of the strongest High-Level Worlds. This was also the reason an Eternal-level being was respected so much. There weren't many of them in the entire Universe, and every single one of them could sit in a Supreme Position no matter where they went! They were resources that wouldn't be killed even in cases of war since most of the time, forces would try to recruit them instead of killing them. Eternal-level beings were highly sought after, and… There were 10,000 of them in this place! "Those bastards were really serious, huh…" Arvin muttered. The goal to turn Umbrasol into a Supreme World... he knew what sort of crazy idea the Progenitors of Umbrasol had in their minds. "Foolish bastards!" Arvin cursed. Not only did those fools get themselves killed because of their desires, but they also left such a big headache behind for the rest of them to deal with. Honestly, if he could go back in the past, he would slap those bastards into oblivion. "Tsk." Arvin snorted. He now had some inkling of how things here in this world worked. Combining the 5,000 of those Spectral Beings fighting his subordinates and 10,000 of those things waiting behind totaled up to 15,000, and this made him frown. After all, it was a familiar number. Arvin quickly spread his senses, counting exactly how many of those things were in total here. It was 15,324. And this number confirmed his thoughts. It was the same as the number of people who were sent to Umbrasol to deal with it. This place… it was collecting the soul of every being that entered and was turning it into a warrior that defended it. As for the strength of those warriors… It depended on the invaders. It would first mirror the strength of invaders, and if it still had more souls left, it would produce warriors who were as strong as the strongest invader. Just like how it first mirrored his army, the 10,000 souls that were left… They all mirrored him, an Eternal. It was Umbrasol's way to ensure its survival. And the number of souls it had in its possession would only continue to increase further, making it more and more difficult to overpower it. This was why Arvin called this a death trap. The more people came to this place, the harder it would become. And as soon as Arvin realized it, he understood the importance of returning alive and passing on this information. If he failed to do that… This problem would become a much bigger one, and it would happen very quickly at that. It was an urgent situation. This was the reason Arvin abandoned his subordinates and decided to run. At the same time, he also made one of his subordinates share his vision with him. It was his first time seeing those Spectral-like things. His subordinates, who were facing them, decided to call them Wraiths. Arvin and his subordinates had no clue what sort of abilities these Wraiths possessed, so through shared vision, Arvin wanted to learn as much as he could about the Wraiths before he escaped. Because of the Reaper's Veil and the Universal Energy outside, the vision sharing would end as soon as he escaped. So Arvin was purposefully slowing his movement to learn more. And till now… Everything he had learned was… Despair inducing. At first, he was happy that after he moved away, the Eternal Level Wraith, which was created to face him, didn't attack the rest of his army. If that had happened, it all would have become pointless. The Eternal Level Wraith was still chasing him. Fortunately, speed was his forte, so it didn't make much of a difference for him. But it did give his subordinates the chance to fight back. After all, they were the combined party formed by the four Supreme Worlds. Sure, they may not be the elites, but Supreme Worlds were set apart from any normal world. Any of its beings could easily overpower anyone from any world if they were at the same cultivation level. His subordinates should be able to hold against these beings with the same cultivation level as them, even if they were somewhat restricted. Or at least, that was what Arvin thought. However… The reality was far different. The battlefield… It was nothing short of a disaster.  content.

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