Chapter 630 The Disappearing Book

This is a dangerous sign.

This thought suddenly appeared in Anvis' mind. Although it was the first time for him to enter this special perspective state, it did not prevent him from instinctively understanding part of the information.

Just as he thought, the originally stagnant battlefield area suddenly began to deform.

The twisted void began to stretch, evaporate, deform... and finally suddenly collapsed inward. The dazzling brilliance was like a supernova explosion, instantly erupting from the core.

The result of the battle came out, and everyone's eyes were attracted except for several ninth-level people who started fighting inexplicably.

No, it's not appropriate to say it's inexplicable.

Anvis glanced at the box. Some illusory and slender lines of fate were already connected to the ninth-level people.

It has special value, and although it is not yet time to show it, it will be there soon.

At this moment, the other young noble descendants present were a little confused.

In less than a few minutes, first the many ninth-level soldiers left behind suddenly began to fight among themselves, and then the battlefield situation changed drastically.

Thanks to the fact that several ninth-level warriors divided the battlefield by their own domains during the battle and deliberately avoided the presence of many descendants of nobles, otherwise it was unknown how many of them would survive.

Anvis's eyes passed over these noble young men and women, and then paused briefly on a blond boy.

There is nothing special about the opponent's current actions. He is just on a cautious alert and observing the situation on the battlefield.

But unlike others, the fate line extending from the opponent's body was now pointing directly in the direction of the core of the battlefield, which was almost exactly the same as the fate line extending from the box.

In this state of pure web of fate, Anvis immediately judged that the other party was related to something that was about to appear on the battlefield.

The next moment, the answer was revealed.

When the violent light dissipated, a group of ninth-level warriors participating in the battle and the huge figure in yellow robes reappeared in front of everyone.

Everything seems to be the same as before the war, but if you feel it carefully, you can find that the auras on many ninth-level bodies have become very unstable, rising and falling.

The strange figure is still floating in the same place, but the surface of its body looks a bit illusory, and the original light luster of the yellow robe on its body has also faded, making it look a bit dull and gray.

Most importantly, its previous strange effect of causing nervous breakdown in those who looked at it has now disappeared.

When the onlookers were curious about the outcome of the previous battle, the huge figure in yellow robe suddenly made his first action so far.

It didn't pay attention to the many ninth steps nearby, but turned its dark hood and looked at the nearby viewing area.

There was something attracting it in that direction.

Seeing its movements, several of the ninth-level warriors were ready to move.

The sudden interruption of the battle just now was not due to which side won the victory, but because the being in yellow robe suddenly stopped in the dangerous duel with rules, even if he suffered a big loss for it.

Now, seeing that the other party seemed to want to go to the viewing area, some ninth-level people who were worried about their descendants immediately wanted to take action.

However, the leaders of the three major forces suddenly and tacitly stopped these ninth-order people who wanted to take action.

"Don't worry, it's just a projection of power. It has been weakened by more than 70% by us. Presumably the ninth-level people left behind are enough to deal with it."

Saint Mecia III narrowed his holy white eyes and spoke calmly,

"Hmph, isn't anyone curious about what happened over there to attract this thing's attention? You know, it didn't run out on its own for no reason."

Gloria III also sneered. He didn't intend to take advantage of those who were behind the scenes.

"Let's observe the situation first."

After looking at the other two people, the Federal Speaker sighed.

The many ninth-level people who did not participate in the war were basically all from the federal side.

Due to the special system of many small kingdom parliaments, he has no hard binding force on the members, and many members have conflicts due to their different interests and positions.

However, engaging in conspiracy at the first-ever meeting of the three heads of state has hit a red line.

Watching the yellow-robed figure heading towards the viewing area, none of the ninth steps took action.

Although some ninth-order people were worried about their offspring, they ultimately did not move under the control of their respective heads of state.

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….….

"No, that's not it."

Looking at the huge yellow-robed figure approaching, Anvis' eyes showed no emotion.

The extended illusory thread of fate cannot really touch its body, and will be bounced away by some special alien power.

Many descendants of the nobles were trembling with fear, and several ninth-level warriors who had been fighting had also stopped. The ninth-level man who first took the box took the box and found that he seemed to be in a dilemma.

It was obvious that the purpose of the yellow-robed figure was probably that box. And he spent a lot of effort to snatch it away. If he just handed it over like this, it would become a joke.

But if you don't hand it over, then I'm afraid the result will be to face that terrifying figure.

‘In three seconds, he will throw the box out. ’

Anvis instinctively sensed it, and then looked at the ninth-level man in surprise.

Sure enough, when the time was up, the ninth-level man gritted his teeth and suddenly waved his hand vigorously, throwing the box and fragments in his hand directly towards the battlefield.

But under everyone's gaze, the huge yellow-robed figure suddenly flashed, and when it reappeared, it had blocked the box's flight path.

It was suddenly stopped in mid-flight, and the fragment flew out of the box and touched the surface of the yellow robe on the figure.

In Avis's eyes, the web of fate in the venue suddenly trembled at this moment.

The symbols on the surface of the fragment suddenly emitted a yellow glow, and in this light, the huge yellow-robed phantom gradually faded and dissipated.

In contrast, the fragment was being completed at a rapid speed, and some pages that seemed to have been burned on the surface began to "grow" again.

Soon, a completely new and strange book was quietly suspended in the air.

Everyone could see that this was a good thing, but the question was, under the gaze of the heads of the three empires, who would take the lead?

But they soon didn't have to hesitate, because the book suddenly flashed and disappeared on its own, and no one knew where it went.

At the moment the book disappeared, several ninth-level people wanted to stop it, but none of them succeeded. Like the yellow-robed phantom before, the book seemed to have a control-free effect.

"So, that's what happened..."

However, from Avis's perspective, the whereabouts of the book were not without trace. He sensed the breath of Landon from the other end of the thread of fate.