Outside the grand arena, the second battle outside the Holy Rank battlefield began to block the pursuit of the demon army against the Martial Arts Festival audience.

In the sky above the battlefield, Aatrox wielded his heavy Darkin Blade and faced off against Zhilan from the Eastern Continent. Zhilan stepped on the Star River Sword Formation, with nine flying swords either separating or combining, her attacks were sometimes fierce like the wind and sometimes elusive like water, temporarily even perfectly suppressing Aatrox, who had already unleashed his super level nine combat power.

However, Aatrox was not an easy opponent, with his all-round strengthening by activating Darkin Blade, he achieved terrifying values ​​in both attack power and resistance. Even if the sword wind just grazed him, it brought heavy damage, and Zhilan could only rely on the flexibility of the sword formation to dodge.

"Oh oh! We see that Zhilan unleashes the Cloud-piercing Stab, breaking through the defense of the Sword Master with nine swords combined, but the Sword Master counters with Shadow Dash and reduces speed, followed by the Chain of Evil Flames--it's a flying sword decoy!"

A certain master swordsman's mouth was flying, leaning on his long sword, his eyes full of interest as he watched the battle in the sky, quickly commentating.

"Do you have time to commentate for me?! Are you enjoying yourself? Hurry up and come help, you bastard!"

Lysus, flying in mid-air, had just started shooting a round of Shadow Arrows, blasting away a demon warrior who was rushing towards Yasuo, and angrily shouted at him, almost wanting to smash his next round of skills directly onto his teammate.

Originally, Milt's side was already at a numerical disadvantage, but this self-proclaimed Wind Blade Master dared to slack off, aren't you committing a crime, you know?!

"Understood, understood, isn't that coming now? Watch my performance, Steel Tempest!"

Only to see Yasuo, the teacher, stepping forward and charging ahead, followed closely by a slash of a circular blade light. Two demons nearby didn't even have time to react and were cut in half by the blade light. At this point, Yasuo had already finished charging up.

"Hasaki! Gathering Storm--Last Breath!"

While shouting out his move loudly, he swung his sword and unleashed a huge tornado that accurately blew away the demon warriors in front of him, then rushed in to deliver the final strike.

He may be a little foolish, but he's still a level nine swordsman. His participation directly alleviated the pressure on the nearby battle area of Milt's side. As for the triple kill, Prince Tyran himself felt like he was probably watching a fake Yasuo.

"A fake Yasuo gets a pentakill, the real Yasuo dashes in and never returns, this must be a fake Yasuo for sure!"

The princess commented, as she exerted force with her hand and swept away a demon warrior rushing towards her. When that demon was about to flap its wings and pounce back, it was directly grabbed by a suddenly rising giant ice claw from below, and instantly frozen from head to toe.

Following the ice claw was the giant sword called the "Calamity Branch". Under the dual impact, the demon, who had been fierce just moments ago, turned into a pile of debris.

"I tell you, do you still have time to worry about others?" Aya held the Lava Giant Sword in her right hand and the Frost Claws in her left hand, simultaneously wielding the "Calamity Branch" and the "Hand of the Frost Giant" two great Magics. Behind her, her dragon wings continued to flap, as she was already fully unleashing her firepower.

On the front battlefield, although Little Angel is not present, it won't be troublesome if they meet a Holy Rank. Aya and Tyran are not afraid to fight now, they even have the momentum to slay gods and buddhas.

"What's there to panic about? We've already beaten down little Feizi when we worked together. These small fries are not worth mentioning! And that cunning guy, if we see her again, if I don't make her call daddy, then I won't be called Tyran!"

The princess was ecstatic, during the last battle, Chi had just barely recovered to level seven, and in the end, she was even ambushed by Agatha, it was so frustrating. Now she must let out a bit of steam.

"...I understand the logic, but why is it called 'daddy'?" Aya's forehead was lined with black stripes as she turned around with slow movements, sweeping away several demon warriors who were staring at her and Tiran.

Hmm, it doesn't seem important, after all, even Chirp calls Tiran 'daddy' and herself 'mommy'...

At the thought of this, Aya's face turned even darker, and she looked down at the maid outfit she was wearing. With a trembling hand, she nearly scattered the powerful magic in her hand.

After finally calming down, Aya stood by Tiran's side, raising her hand to launch more than ten exploding fireballs that aimed at the demons, one explosion followed by another.

The exploding fireball was an advanced version of the basic spell Fireball, but it was only a level three spell. However, in Aya's hands, with the enhancement of Dragon Language and the compression of volume, its power increased several levels. Even the high-level demon warriors were in a sorry state after being hit, and they immediately turned around with an aggressive momentum to settle the score with Aya.

But that was exactly what Aya wanted. Facing more than ten aggressive demon warriors, she displayed the power that a Golden Dragon should have when facing other species. A dragon's roar initially deterred them, followed by the combination of ice and fire, summoning thunderstorms to clear the field, and it was like playing with a group of high-level demon warriors.

After the barrage, Aya felt a bit exhausted and temporarily dispersed the great magic in her hands. She activated her Golden Chi and used her scales and iron fists to confront the oncoming enemies while waiting for the magic in her Mental Sea to slowly replenish.

Originally, Aya didn't want it to be so troublesome. Even though she was a super-grade level nine herself and with her Golden Chi and Dragon Language magic, she could defeat anyone here easily. However, she still had to look after Tiran all the time, lest the young lady who had just recovered to the level of a Grand Knight get caught off guard and be ambushed. Both her spirit and magic were quickly depleted.

But in the bigger picture, it was necessary. There weren't many people on the field who were as relaxed as Aya and Tiran. The number of demons was nearly three times that of Milt's, and pulling a few monsters over would quickly result in casualties.

Not to mention that the situation on Milt's side had become disadvantageous. With Watchers whose strength was on par with the demon warriors, the threefold difference in numbers became an overwhelming advantage. Soon, some Watchers with slightly weaker abilities were cut down by demons, and the auxiliary mages responsible for support didn't have time to assist.

If it weren't for Xilan, the sword immortal, dealing with Atokes, who was also a super-grade level nine, in the sky, and the assistance of several academies participating in the Martial Arts Festival and some adventurers and knights who came to watch, Milt's situation would be even worse.

"By the way, is Coco okay..." the princess muttered anxiously.

At the thought of the other academies, Tiran suddenly realized that he seemed to have accidentally lost track of Coco. She was initially with him, but the situation quickly became chaotic once the fighting started, and only he and Aya could find each other through their contract.

The current situation was very chaotic, and it would be bad if something unexpected happened...

In fact, Tiran's nightmare came true.

In a corner of the battlefield, the representative team from Garen Academy was in a dire situation.

Because they were a team that had excellent cooperation and coordination, they naturally chose to fight in sync. With Coco and Selvacin, two high-level masters at level nine, taking the lead, even though it was their first time fighting against demons, they were doing well.

But then the rhythm of the battle became more and more strange. The enemy intentionally pulled the formation of our side to one side until it completely split from Milt's side.

"Princess Coco, nice to meet you. My name is Agatha."

In the chaotic battlefield, a voice suddenly rang out.

The demon legion deliberately left a small area, and a golden-haired, blood-eyed Elf slowly approached the group of people from Geloran.

Although the opponent changed from a large number of demon warriors to just Agatha in front of them, no one felt any relief or reduction in pressure.

"You... " Silva instinctively placed Coco behind him and stared at her warily. Although there were no signs, he felt that something was off about Agatha's condition.

"I know you," Coco poked her head out from behind Silva and frowned as she looked at Agatha.

"Has Prince Tiran mentioned you before?" Agatha didn't rush to attack, but asked with interest, "I don't remember meeting Princess Coco before."

"But you are the successor of the Moon Chanters, right?" Coco said softly.

Agatha's body stiffened for a moment. "Shut up."

"Although I haven't met you, Aunt Fania used to mention you frequently to my father."

"Shut up... don't mention that name!" Agatha's body started to tremble slightly, and she clasped her ears tightly.

"And Uncle Eros used to boast to my father that he had a good daughter... unfortunately, they never had the chance to properly introduce you to me."

Coco looked at Agatha, her expression revealing deep sadness.

"I said shut up!"

Agatha suddenly let out a scream, her expression contorting to a terrifying extent, while black, high-density magical mist screamed and coiled around her, forming a tornado.

"Prince Irizer!"

Silva acted without hesitation, drawing his bow and releasing an arrow in one breath. The powerful shot directly hit the tornado formed by the magical mist, but it didn't have much effect.

"This level of magic... can no longer be achieved by an ordinary priest!"

Feeling the feedback from the arrow, Silva felt uneasy. He was a seasoned ranger, and he had confidence in the power of his shot. But the magical mist tornado that easily annihilated his shot seemed to be casually released by Agatha?

"I'll handle this!"

Coco was not just a vase that could only be protected. Under these circumstances, she stepped forward without hesitation. With a flash of light from her storage ring, she held her staff and used Elf Magic to create a verdant green barrier, protecting the students of Geloran within it.

As the tornado touched the barrier, the brilliance of the barrier immediately became unstable, and the defense put up by the ninth-level Elf mage quickly became desperate.

"How can there be such astonishing magic? Could it be..." Coco was also shocked in her heart, unable to help but think of a ridiculous possibility.

According to Tiran and Aya's descriptions after their battles with Agatha, even after awakening the dark bloodline, Agatha's magical power level was only an ordinary ninth level, at most on par with Coco.

However, to elevate her magical power to the degree of being able to suppress Coco upon contact in just a few days, with this fallen bloodline, it was not impossible.

"Ah, yes, those filthy dark Elves have now merged into my body. Their blood is flowing inside me!" Agatha laughed maniacally and waved her hand, increasing the speed of the tornado. "But it doesn't matter! Even if my bloodline is now tainted, as long as... as long as I can have you, have your blood, I will surely return to how it used to be..."