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Chapter 2382

Darryl’s face immediately sank at the realization. He looked at the camps and saw hundreds of Celestial

Feather Riders’ corpses across the field. Apart from that, there was no sight of the North Moana army. It

was apparent that Zhang Jue had schemed to get him to the rescue as soon as he launched the raid.

Then, he would retreat once Darryl had arrived; he would leave their enemy to him.

‘Zhang Jue…’ Darryl clenched his fists as his eyes reddened from the sheer hatred. Zhang Jue’s

despicability had never ceased to amaze him; who would have thought that he would plot against Darryl

at times like that? Darryl was enraged, and he desperately wanted to command the Union Army to

retreat. However, it was too late as both sides were engaged in a heated battle.

Meanwhile, Alaric scowled as he searched for an effective counterattack. Debra and Shentel stood by his

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side wordlessly; they were stunned at the unpredicted turn of events. However, they were not ordinary

women; they maintained their composure.

“The Nine Mainland’s army is trying to ambush us from both sides?” Alaric sobered and theorized as he looked

across the battlefield. “It’s a shame that they didn’t coordinate well enough. The Raksasa army will win if we go

after them right now.” He also realized that the North Moana soldiers had left the field; only soldiers from the

Union Army were there.

“No!” Shentel shook her head and said hurriedly, “Yang Jian might not be here, but Darryl Darby and Zhang Jue

are not to be underestimated. They could be doing this to lure you to a trap.”

Shentel had been a renowned Westrington talent; her fields of studies even included military strategies. She only

needed one look to know that Zhang Jue had planned to sic Darryl and the Raksasa armies on one another. She

might not have liked Darryl Darby, but she did not want the Union Army to lose. She would not stand idly by for the

sake of the Nine Mainland. She could only try to convince Alaric not to pursue them.

“Oh?” Alaric trembled for a moment before he turned to look at Shentel curiously. “So what should we do,

my teacher?”

“We must reinforce the camps’ defense and chase the enemies away without getting too caught up with going

after them.” Shentel bit her lips before she gave that advice.

Alaric nodded in agreement; he gathered the force within his energy field to shout across the battlefield toward

Amastan. “Brother, focus on pushing them back; do not pursue them.”

“Do not pursue”? The enemies were in their camps, yet they could not pursue them? Amastan was confused

and frustrated; he neglected his brother’s command and charged toward the enemy troops.

Amastan was skilled in battle and was as threatening as a hungry tiger out for blood. In the blink of an eye,

countless Union Army soldiers were killed.

‘This brat can fight,’ Darryl thought as he frowned at the sight. He immediately braced himself before he dashed

toward Amastan.

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“You will pay for killing my comrades!” he shouted as he wielded the Heavenly Halberd against Amastan

fiercely.

“It’s you?” The sight of Darryl further aroused Amastan’s thirst for blood as he thought about how the

man had killed so many of Raksasa’s soldiers in the previous battle. He wanted revenge, and Darryl had

delivered himself to Amastan.

Amastan swung his longsword and planted it in front of him. The Heavenly Halberd and the longsword

clashed in full force; the power pushed Amastan backward to more than a hundred meters away. His feet

dragged all the way; it formed two deep gullies as he struggled to stand against it.

“Darryl Darby, I will defeat you even if it means my death!” Amastan was not intimidated at all by

Darryl’s formidable strength but instead was more motivated than ever. He roared as he charged toward

Darryl again.

Darryl sneered at the young man’s pointless effort; he countered Amastan with a tight grip on the

Heavenly Halberd. Amastan had managed to handle Darryl’s attack, but eventually, he began to tire in the

intense exchange. He might be fierce amongst the Raksasa soldiers, but he was still no match to Darryl,

who had advanced to the Heaven Ascension level; his powers were incomparable to what he had before

that.

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