The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Adolf's magic is brewing again.

The lake water that he had just swept into the sky has turned into dark clouds, which are now filled with lightning and thunder, gathering the power of a thunderstorm.

Nanfeng was filled with admiration upon seeing this.

"Cleverly utilizing existing elements to cast high-level spells, instead of always relying on magic to extract elemental power, conserves magic power and speeds up spell casting. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!"

Adolf smiled at Nanfeng.

"This magic apprentice, you are very talented."

In reality, Adolf simply ran out of magic, which is why he used readily available water to create the thunderstorm clouds.

After a brief pause, thunderclouds roared across the sky, and countless bolts of lightning rained down.

Because the sky was dark with clouds, in the blink of an eye, the bright sky was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"Boom!!"

Rocks flew into the air, blue smoke rose everywhere, and the entire dry lake was transformed into a sea of ​​lightning.

The earth shook violently!

The bandits and members of the Night Owl Thieves' gang by the lake all lost their footing and retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

"This is an S-rank illusionist! They're incredibly powerful!"

"They managed to get someone of this caliber to cooperate! Those bandits are incredibly persuasive!"

"Haha! The Federation has backfired spectacularly this time; they're going to lose both the Resentment Stone and the Divine Stele!"

While everyone was rejoicing, they didn't notice that wisps of green mist were rising from the bottom of the lake.

Adolf's magic shattered all the concrete pillars, exposing all the sacred monuments, which elicited cheers.

However, where no one could see him, he had already collapsed to the ground.

"It consumes too much magic power..."

This guy is incredibly cunning and extremely well-hidden.

He doesn't need to be particularly close to the battlefield, as long as the distance between him and the battlefield doesn't exceed his casting range.

So Wade searched for a long time but still couldn't find Adolf.

Now that the divine stele has appeared, it's only natural to put it into my backpack.

Just as the impatient Monkey King was about to enter the lakebed, Song Gua stopped him.

"Wait, the cannon fodder team, go retrieve the divine monument."

The leader of the Night Owls, A, looked at Song Gua.

"What's wrong?"

Song Gua stared at the green mist rising from the bottom of the lake.

"There are still traps."

It's not surprising that there was a trap. Zhang Erhe set up this scheme to kill all the rebels.

But this final trap made Song Gua uneasy.

Therefore, a sacrificial team is necessary to scout ahead.

Two hundred brave cannon fodder soldiers rushed into the lakebed and, following Song Gua's instructions, quickly retrieved the divine stele.

Adolf's evil hand has reappeared.

The two sides tacitly agreed to each pick up the items from one side to avoid further fighting.

However, before either side could seize the first divine monument, the spreading green mist suddenly began to diffuse purposefully, quickly entering the noses of the cannon fodder group's members.

"Hey! What is that thing?!"

"It burrowed into my body!"

"The fog is poisonous!"

"Self-destruct now!"

As the clones plunged down the lakebed, they all activated self-destruction upon being invaded by the green mist, blasting themselves to obliterate their true identities and avoid revealing their original forms.

Even the magical hand that Adolf created with magic couldn't steal the divine monument.

The green mist formed a giant hand that grabbed Adolf's black magic hand and crushed it instantly!

The green mist was still slowly seeping out from the bottom of the lake, and soon it covered all the illusory divine monuments.

Immediately afterwards, Song Gua discovered that the green mist seemed to be merging into the Illusionary Divine Stele.

The originally black stele gradually turned green.

The Night Owls looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What kind of trap is this?"

"Is it an array? I can't see any array patterns. Could it be set up under the lakebed?"

"Just how many methods has Zhang Erhe prepared to kill us, that damned old Deng!"

A glanced at Song Gua, his eyes filled with admiration for Song's foresight in sending out the cannon fodder group.

However, the spirit of the bandits—their willingness to sacrifice themselves at any time and fight for their leader—is something that other organizations simply cannot emulate.

Undoubtedly, bandits are a unique existence on this planet.

Song Gua stepped forward, stood by the lake, and shouted towards the lakebed.

"Since you have such excellent methods, why don't you show yourself? If you also want the Divine Stele, everything is negotiable."

A loud laugh rang out.

It didn't come from the bottom of the lake, but from the sky.

Wade flew over.

"Bandit, do you know who you're talking to?"

Song Gua looked up.

It wasn't just Wade who flew over.

All the coalition's divine interventions were heading in this direction.

They seem to have lost interest in eliminating their opponents.

The Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Resistance, Miss Butterfly, the leader of the Avengers, and others thought that these gods were coming to stop the bandits and Night Owls from seizing the divine monument, so they came to provide support.

Song Gua counted and found that the Allied Forces had more divine turns than before.

It was clear that the judges from the reinforcements had arrived.

But they didn't continue fighting; their faces all looked indifferent.

Is it because of the master at the bottom of the lake?

Yun Yang, Chi Niu, and the others' expressions changed drastically upon seeing the green mist.

"Poison Ancestor!"

The Song hexagram is in doubt.

"Poison Ancestor? What's that?"

"Remember the Ten Ancestors I mentioned? The ten earliest deities of Blue Star! The Poison Ancestor was one of them! He was skilled in using poison, so he called himself the Poison God on the Investiture of the Gods!"

Song Gua was somewhat surprised.

Zhang Erhe actually invited this kind of role?

According to Yunyang, even the tenth ancestor has a limited lifespan.

So they have been hibernating.

They will not easily awaken and take action unless the Earth is about to be destroyed.

Is it really worth his time to eliminate some internal troublemakers?

A majestic and resonant voice came from the bottom of the lake.

"Bandits? Illusionists? Is this the Great Turmoil that the Agent spoke of?"

The green mist on the lakebed began to condense towards a single point.

The outline of a middle-aged white man gradually became clearer, and he gradually acquired a face, hair, and clothing.

He stood suspended in mid-air, holding a black umbrella, dressed in a gentleman's tailcoat with a red bow tie, his hair slightly long, looking like an artist.

"Is this the Poison Ancestor?"

Without explanation, upon first seeing this person, no one would be able to associate his appearance with the strongest professional on Earth.

Song Gua glanced at his rank.

Unable to view.

I don't know what mechanism is causing this inability to view it.

But one thing is certain: he must be a professional, and he has no source energy at all.

Because all divine transformations are like this.

Yun Yang gave the order directly.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat! The Ten Ancestors have appeared; we are no match for them!"

The rebel members who were fighting the remaining allied forces and the illusionists on the main battlefield could retreat without any problem.

However, the high-level combat forces of the bandits, owls, and rebel alliance on this side of the lake cannot leave.

With a flick of his umbrella, Poison Ancestor swept the umbrella across the room.

A vast green net covers the sky and the earth.

Some bandits attempted to break through the green netting to escape.

Yun Yang quickly stopped him.

"Don't touch it! All of the Poison Ancestor's skills are highly poisonous; contact with it will result in instant death!"