Twenty-three silver-level masters of the slave catching team, these high-level professionals who already need to look up in the eyes of ordinary people, can't feel the slightest bit of information from the outside world at this time. They each sank into their own purgatory-like world, feeling the burning flames and suffering, but there was nowhere to escape.

The only consolation was that this extreme pain in all directions, inside and out, lasted only for a short moment—though in their remaining consciousness, this "moment" was too long and too difficult to endure.

Princess Alice, Franco, York, and the others had wide eyes, and their faces were full of shock, and there was a hint of fear on their faces.

In their eyes, the black-clothed young man just sent out a black shadow of unknown nature, and the black shadow was divided into twenty-three parts and fell on the slave catcher.

And then......

Then, there is nothing more.

The twenty-three silver fighters of the slave catching team, almost at the moment when the black shadow touched their bodies, a black flame suddenly appeared all over their bodies. Then, like a living person, the whole person disappeared. Disappeared without a trace, not even a drop of ashes remained.

Anyone knows that this is not a big change. Those fierce men are already dead, and they can't die anymore, and they can't come back.

Except for Anthony, everyone turned their attention to the young man in black with an indifferent face. Even Yalina, who was accustomed to seeing Anthony's various magical methods, had a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

This young man in black doesn't seem to be weak.

Of course, no matter how much you can't match Anthony.

Arina was sure.

Others are not as well-informed as hers, and their performance is much more exaggerated.

York, the thief, in particular, unconsciously shrank his neck, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his face became light, frightened and frightened.

After a brief period of sluggishness, Princess Alice's excitement came to her senses.

This is a saint-level powerhouse, and this is actually another saint-level powerhouse!

The elf clan has a saint-level powerhouse, and her father, the elf king, is a beginner-level fighting saint, and Alice has a rough judgment about the ability of a powerhouse at this level.

With the hand of the young man in black just now, Alice could be sure that his strength was probably not inferior to his father.

Unexpectedly, this taciturn young man in black, who looked at everyone as if he owed him five hundred taels of silver, was actually a big master.

The dark god didn't pay attention to the different stares of others, only to see his right hand move, as if squeezed out of a gap in the void, twenty-three black light clusters reappeared, quickly converging towards the omega.

Compared to the previous moment, the size of those black light clusters did not change, but the color was noticeably darker, and they faintly radiated a wonderful luster.

Franco and the others somehow suddenly had an idea out of thin air, as if those light clusters were full of food and drink, and were swaying back to their lair.

They don't know why they have this ridiculous feeling, it's something dead, but it makes them see the vibrant side of it.

The black light clusters fell on the black-clothed young man one after another, but they would not ignite the raging black flames like the people of the slave catcher team just now.

Only Anthony could perceive that with the return of the black light cluster, the energy of the omega immediately increased. Although this kind of improvement may only be a drop in the bucket for the base of his huge energy. But this progress is real and not adulterated at all.

The cultivation method of the dark god is really still based on devouring.

It didn't take much time to solve the slave catchers who were blocking the road and trying to kill them for money.

On Anthony's side, except for the dark god Omega, everyone did not make a move at all, and naturally there was no injury or loss.

On the enemy's side, because the attack of the dark god was too strange and sharp, the twenty-three people were burned into nothingness, and there was not even a trace of scum left, which can be called a model of murder and destruction.

The crowd didn't hesitate too much, as if they had wiped off a few flies, and then continued on their way.

Only York the Thief, whose face was a little pale and whose expression was very unnatural.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally seemed to muster up the courage to walk next to the black-clothed young man in front.

"Brother, I suddenly feel that with your talent, you are only slightly inferior to Boss Long, and you are a little wronged by being ranked third. After careful consideration, I have decided to give you my place. So from now on, I'm the third, and you're the second......"

When the dark god who didn't want to pay attention to him at all heard this, he finally couldn't help but get angry, and glared at the thief and shouted:

"Get out!"

……

In an inaccessible forest, lush and leafy, with tall and stout trees, countless insects, birds, and animals live in it, and the whole area maintains its most primitive appearance.

But that doesn't mean no one lives here.

That's not right, because the people who live here are not humans, but elves.

The elves are known as the "children of the forest", living in the jungle, not only will not destroy the ecological environment of this area, but can play a role in supervision and maintenance, to ensure that the development of various animals and plants in this forest is maintained in a balanced state.

With a whoosh, a young elf flew over a tree, scaring a cute little squirrel that almost threw away its beloved pine cone.

When the fluffy little creature looked up, the unsuspecting "perpetrator" flickered three or two times, and was already far away, and he could no longer see his back.

The primeval forest is full of trees or jungles, and there are no roads at all. If a different person comes in, not to mention whether he is capable of walking in the forest, just finding the right direction in the forest where it is the same everywhere is already a big problem.

For the children of the forest, finding the way is naturally not a problem.

The young elf was clearly familiar with the environment, and there was no need to discern the direction as he went.

After running and jumping in the forest for a while, one by one treehouses suddenly appeared in front of him.

The architectural style of these treehouses is very different from that of humans, and the distribution is staggered, and there is no pursuit of overall neatness at all. Instead, they grew according to the shape of the trees, and built a comfortable nest for the elves.

The young elf returned home and relaxed.

He slowed down, greeting the people he met as he walked inside.

It can be seen that the elves who are patrolling outside or on other missions like him are returning one after another. At the same time, other elves took over their task, carrying bows and arrows and daggers, and left with a resolute face.

Today's elves are in a state of battle.

And the place in front of me, which is quite stable and peaceful for the time being, is the Elven Royal Court.