As the final masterpiece of the 'Divine Wings of the Sun', Fairies possess speed and reflexes far surpassing other species. Their bodies are highly adapted to the Natural Sequence. If not for the difficulty in their birth and growth, they might have been the most skillful warriors in the Federation, although they are not inherently violent but rather love a peaceful and comfortable life.

Faced with the breeze of the Fairies, the team entering the World Tree domain encountered significant resistance. Many nodes started to disappear from the radar, and even with the support of the 'Red Robe Death God Sect' elite members, they could not stop these figures resembling streaks of light.

Inspired by such scenes, more and more Elf Faction members stationed under the World Tree began to act. They too descended from the high canopy, waving their emerald flashing Flying Wings, charging into the battlefield below to obstruct those teams entering the sacred ground.

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The golden rapier drew intricate patterns in the air, then clashed with the scarlet Light Saber, sparking dazzling sparks. The sword edge swiftly retreated, then thrust forward again, like a brilliant kaleidoscope, making the trajectory impossible to discern.

The metallic rapier pierced through robes and Inner Armor, puncturing a delicate blood flower on the opponent's body. Soon, the opposing warrior in the Red Garment began to feel unsteady, as a tingling sensation started to spread throughout their body from the wound.

"The sword is poisoned; you're from the 'Golden Thorns Poison' faction..." He clutched at the wound, using high heat to cauterize the wound and surrounding tissues, attempting to forcibly impede the poison's spread.

"That's right." The opponent withdrew the rapier, somersaulted, and landed lightly on a branch, revealing pointed ears under golden hair.

"You 'Red Robe Death God Sect' are as unscrupulous as ever." The opponent's words contained mockery and contempt.

Forcing himself to stand, the warrior in the Red Garment pulled out a special potion from his pocket and gulped it down, then gazed fiercely at the opponent once more, holding the Light Saber horizontally in front of him.

"It's not up to a pointy-eared creature like you to judge us, always knowing to lay on past achievements, trash!" He spat out a mouthful of black blood, then once again charged forward.

The Light Saber in his hand ignited explosively, as he leaped swiftly, like the fleeting shadows of scarlet hyenas passing across his legs. He then used the surrounding drooping branches to propel himself forward, approaching along his opponent's surprisingly agile trajectory.

The golden rapier swung again, the delicate golden sword flowers colliding with the violently burning Light Saber. After several exchanges, the Red Garmented warrior bore over ten more wounds on his body, his red garment now stained a dark near-black with charred blood.

However, his opponent did not fare much better. That golden rapier was now full of charred broken tooth marks, seemingly about to shatter, and the Elf had a half-meter-long black and red gash on his shoulder, with faint blue smoke rising from it.

Wounded, the Elf panted heavily. After pausing about a second, his figure shot out again, the eerily trailed golden rapier instantly piercing through the Red Garmented warrior's heart. White steam emerged from the severed sword edge, which was then quickly withdrawn, drawing a stream of dark red blood.

His body long since permeated by toxins, feeling no pain, the Red Garmented warrior fell heavily to the ground. He still attempted to struggle, but at this point could only writhe helplessly on the ground.

We are the Angels of Death in the Red Garment, the ever-advancing flame...

Four hundred years ago, when Emuralin initiated the revolution, the 'Red Robe Death God Sect' joined with the most resolute attitude and crushed the 'Holy Blue Cross Sect' in the civil war through brutal means. That incident earned this Transcendent Faction a reputation for cruelty and ferocity, yet many believed this was the flame necessary for world reform.

Above the sky sheltered by the World Tree, the red sunset slowly descended, like the flame of the world's first tear slowly falling from the sky. It tore open the serene and azure firmament, revealing the dark and distant outer space.

In this vast and infinite starry sky, countless fiery scarlet filaments descended, densely layered, ascending one by one, like red lotuses, like a splendid sunset.

The red-crowned sun slowly gazed upon this world.