The reality of what had just occurred left Evan and Peaker entirely paralyzed.

An Ascendant cultivator, a being who stood at the absolute peak of what a mortal could achieve, had been put down like an annoying stray dog in a matter of seconds.

Peaker’s mouth hung open, his breathing shallow, while Evan stood motionless, his mind stalling as he stared at the headless corpse slumping into the blood soaked watery mud.

"Did... did that just happen?" Peaker stammered, his fingers tightening against his knees as he tried to find words.

"A Supreme Elder. Just like that? It didn’t even use a real technique. It just slapped him."

Evan didn’t answer, not that he did not want to but he couldn’t.

The power dynamic before them defied any strategic calculation he had ever learned, leaving them both feeling completely insignificant in the grand scheme of this battlefield.

They were trapped in the crossfire of entities that operated on a scale that made their own refined techniques look like children playing with sticks in the dirt.

The white, two horned immortal beast did not give them time to dwell on their shock.

Without pausing to admire its kill, the creature turned its eyeless, featureless head toward the remaining three Supreme Elders and started to walk toward them.

Its stride was measured, rhythmic, and terrifyingly casual, its heavy white feet barely leaving a print in the churned muck.

Every single step it took forward seemed to increase the gravity in the area, compressing the falling rain into a dense, misty fog.

Seeing the monstrosity advancing, the remaining three leaders realized that holding back any longer meant absolute, immediate annihilation.

They knew that their traditional defensive formations would crumble instantly against that nonchalant strength.

The air around them began to distort violently as the Supreme Elders started to transform into their true, unsuppressed combat forms, unleashing the terrifying apex of their respective elements.

The first elder, an old woman whose posture had been hunched, straightened completely as she underwent the ice path transformation.

Her long silver hair rapidly turned a sharp, frosty blue, crackling with energy that instantly froze the falling raindrops around her into delicate shards of hail.

In her right hand, a pristine, flawless katana made entirely of compressed glacial ice manifested, its blade radiating a fog so cold it turned the surrounding grass white with hoarfrost.

Beside her, the second elder roared as the fire path consumed him.

His hair erupted into a vibrant, flaming red that danced wildly against the dark sky, completely defying the heavy rain.

In his grip, a massive longbow and a quiver of arrows, constructed entirely of pure, roaring plasma and hot fire, materialized. The intense thermal energy blasted outward, creating a violent contrast against the freezing domain of his companion and causing the mud beneath his boots to boil and hiss.

The third elder, a man with hollow eyes and a grim expression, underwent the musical path transformation. He did not manifest flames or frost, instead, a beautifully crafted, dark wooden violin and a matching bow appeared in his hands. His aura didn’t manifest physically, but the air around him began to hum with a discordant, high frequency vibration that made the eardrums of anyone nearby ache with a dull, throbbing pain.

"Do not let it close the distance!" the fire elder bellowed, his voice laced with the crackle of a burning forest.

"Let’s just burn it to ashes before it steps any closer to our positions!"

The ice path elder did not hesitate.

Clutching her glacial katana, she started to run straight for the immortal beast, her boots gliding over the frosted grass with incredible velocity, leaving a trail of freezing vapor behind her.

Simultaneously, the fire path elder drew back his burning bowstring, aiming directly at the creature’s center mass.

He unleashed three flaming arrows in rapid succession.

The projectiles tore through the downpour like miniature meteors, hissing violently as they vaporized the rain in their path.

Evan watched the incoming barrage, expecting a massive explosion, but the reaction from the white entity was entirely underwhelming.

As the flaming arrows closed within ten meters, the immortal beast didn’t even slow its pace.

It merely executed a simple swipe of its arm.

The movement was nonchalant, a casual brush of the hand against the empty air, but the resulting kinetic force was absolute.

The moment the fiery arrows hit the boundary of that invisible pressure, the flames instantly snuffed out, and the compressed plasma turned to harmless, empty air, disappearing without leaving a single trace of smoke or heat.

The ice path elder, who was still sprinting forward with her katana raised, froze in her tracks at the sight.

Her frosty blue hair whipped around her face as her momentum broke completely, her confidence shattering in an instant as she realized her approach was entirely meaningless.

From the rear, the musical path elder clutched his violin tightly, his eyes wide as he acknowledged the terrifying reality of the beast’s power.

He raised his voice, projecting it through his Qi to shatter the ice elder’s hesitation before she could get within arm’s reach of the monster.

"Come back! Fall back right now! Physical strikes are useless, you are going to get yourself killed if you try to engage it alone!"

Hearing the command, the ice path elder did not argue.

She planted her boot into the mud, spun on her heel, and ran back to join her two companions, her glacial blade dripping with melting runoff as she took her place in their defensive line once more.

The three Supreme Elders stood shoulder to shoulder, their breathing heavy as they stared at the approaching faceless nightmare.

The entire battlefield had shrunk to this single pocket of desperate resistance, and the weight of their imminent doom was pressing heavily against their centuries of cultivation.

’One moment we were the one fucking and the next moment... we are the ones getting fucked,’ thought the fire elder.

They had ruled this region for generations, yet they were currently backed against a wall by a creature that didn’t even acknowledge their presence as a threat.

The musical path elder lowered his violin slightly, his gaze shifting between the fire and ice elders.

His face was grim, entirely devoid of the arrogance that usually defined the leaders of the Shu Clan.

"It bypassed the lightning spear, and it erased the fire arrows with a glance," the musical elder said, his voice tight, strained, and barely audible over the sound of the rain.

He looked directly into the eyes of his remaining comrades, his expression hardening into one of absolute, final resolve as he raised his bow over the strings.

"I think we should use our killer move, we have got no chance other than it."