Chapter 1139: Nonchalance Of The Strong

"This is getting pretty messy." One of Krune's clones hid behind a boulder, peeking out to observe the chaotic battlefield below, watching the blood-diluted water splash around everywhere, swallowing people alike, may they be dead or alive. 

At present, those from the Zamuria Continent were getting pushed back a little, with the troops having a hard time fighting back as the reinforcements seemed to be taking longer than usual. 

The clone then looked up at the sky, noticing another battle being waged atop the cliff. Those were from the immortals of the Zamuria and Guria Continents. Based on the way the immortals were acting, it seemed a restriction of sorts had been placed in the area, possibly by the Sub-Realm itself that prevented the immortals from participating in the battle of the mortals below. 

This way, it created two battlefields. 

In contrast to the situation at the bottom of the canyon, the battle at the top was actually in favor of the Zamuria Continent. 

"You dare spy on us?" Suddenly, a cultivator from the Zamuria Empire enveloped the clone in an acidic mist of sorts, melting it down into a puddle within a couple of seconds. As the clone had strength on par with an average God Foundation Realm cultivator, it was treated as a small fry. 

On the battlefield, enemies and allies were distinguished by their clothes. There was a dress code followed by both sides. 

'Rather, it seems this is the arrangement by the Sub-Realm itself.' Another clone that was in hiding thought, gazing at a group of cultivators rushing towards the delta, noticing their clothes change into the dress code automatically the moment they entered the place. 

'Nevertheless, the clones are dying too quickly.' It sighed, noticing that it hadn't been awarded a dress yet by the Sub-Realm. That was why the clones were being taken out by both sides one after another, 'It seems only my main body has the right to obtain a dress.'

The subspace appeared within it as the clone opened the entrance to its subspace. Krune casually walked out, noticing his clothes change automatically, muttering, "It seems I have been recognized as a resident of the Zamuria Continent. Very well, that makes things easier."

The clone entered the subspace as Krune retracted it into himself, transporting it to a clone that was calmly seated at the Lawless Plains. 

Krune then slowly walked out of his hiding place, noticing numerous eyes fall on him instantly, wondering just from where he had popped up. 

Suddenly, a man from the Zamuria Empire noticed him, intending to sense him using his Divine Sense when he shuddered, noticing that it was blocked. 'Just who the heck is this guy?'

Upon seeing that Krune looked really young, seemingly in his late teens, he was even more shocked. He quickly arrived before Krune, asking with a domineering voice, "You! Which squad are you from?"

"The OP Squad!" Krune replied as he brushed past, vanishing from view. 

"The OP Squad?" The man scratched his head. "Which squad is that?"

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"Haapp! Die!" A Nascent God Realm cultivator shouted as he condensed a massive sword beam, slamming it onto his opponent, exerting enough might to shred his opponent in half and cause the water below to part ways. 

Upon killing his opponent, he emanated his bloodthirst, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You Zamuria bastards! Come get me!"

He hacked his sword, sending many sword beams flying out that severed countless cultivators in half. He was at the Third Stage of the Nascent God Realm, having broken through numerous times in this war, now possessing strength surpassing his peers after the Sub-Realm seeped a mysterious tonic in his body.

Suddenly, his intuition rang numerous alarms as he turned around, staring with widened eyes at a figure that had been standing a couple of meters behind him from god knew when. 

He seemed to be in his late teens, a youth with an average face that looked handsome the more one gazed at his visage. Eyes filled with viciousness, but hidden amidst them was childlike curiosity, a desire to have fun and live a simple life. 

He seemed to be wearing a straw hat, one that was worn down, seemingly of poor quality. Rather, it was apparent that it had been made in a jiffy, apparent from the same grass that grew on the cliff walls along the sides. 

And in his mouth was a grass that had been coiled to resemble a spoon; the reason for munching on such a bland grass was unknown. Currently, the youth seemed to be gazing elsewhere, observing the state of the battlefield, looking absolutely calm. 

In fact, his gaze trailed to the top of the cliff from time to time, as if he was contemplating on joining the fight above. 

But, upon seeing that the youth was wearing clothes from the Zamuria Continent, the man quickly slammed forth an energy beam, intending to sever his neck. 

The sword beam landed on Krune's neck, the resulting shockwaves raising gigantic waves in the water, sending away a lot of people. The force of impact caused a vacuum of water in the place, causing some of those fighting from safer distances to gaze at the scene in shock. 

However, the one who had been shocked the most was the man, noticing that his sword beam failed to even scratch his opponent's unguarded neck. On top of that, it even shattered in response. As for the youth, he remained standing the same, as if he hadn't noticed the attack in the first place.

Then again, the most shocking of them all was how the man was unable to move anymore, noticing that his Godly Energy stopped circulating through his meridians, having been frozen. His body had become like a statue, unresponsive to his brain's stimulus. 

Cold!

His eyes slowly darted above, noticing a tiny fish-like organism with a needle front had pierced into his forehead and seemed to have injected something in him. 

'Damn! What a monster!' That was his last thought, after which even his thought process was frozen up. His body looked the same as before while the fish lodged on his forehead vanished. Though, if one looked closely, they would notice a minute layer of ice forming on his skin. 

As the water returned to fill in the void, it washed his body away, dissolving him into the water like he was but a mere ice cube.

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