The reason Carmilla had been able to win so easily was clear, she was in her transformed state, and was fully clad in her spirit equipment set, all of these just serves to augment her physical abilities beyond the normal state she was once in.

Although Endrick possessed a spirit weapon, but it was a ranged weapon and in close combat he simply couldn’t match Carmilla’s physical capabilities.

In her current state, the only way he could have stood a chance was if he too had some form of enhancement to bridge the gap.

“Brandon, get her. Lucas, hold that other vampire. Pale, stall the remaining two until backup arrives,” Alec commanded.

The battlefield instantly descended into chaos, as Dragov dropped straight onto the central rune, his massive greatsword crashing down with him.

Alec managed to block the strike, but the force behind it pushed him back nearly eight steps, leaving him just inches from falling off the floating platform.

Meanwhile the War God Mage Team didn’t hesitate to execute his orders.

Brandon was the first to move, breaking into a run toward the building where Carmilla stood, as he advanced, sand began to swirl around his legs, rising up to his knees, while totem-like brown markings spread across his body, clear signs that he was activating his own spirit equipment set.

“Carmilla, regroup!” Damien shouted after deflecting a heavy Qi-infused strike from Lucas’s blade, the frustration crept into his voice.

He was struggling to reach his sister, and the one person he wanted eliminated—Brandon—was the very opponent Alec had sent after her, but Carmilla only grew irritated at his warning.

To her, it sounded like unnecessary concern, she was fully confident she could deal with the opponent approaching her, by the time Brandon reached the building, he was already completely clad in his Tier 5 spirit equipment set—the Terra Sovereign Set.

“Come,” Carmilla muttered eagerly, locking her gaze onto him, but what happened next caught her off guard.

Brandon didn’t scale the walls, neither did he maneuver between buildings like she had done.

Instead, he had just charged straight into the wall, and strangely...

There was no loud impact. No crash. No destruction.

Just silence, it was as if Brandon had completely vanished the moment he ran into the wall, his presence gone, even his mental aura erased.

Bang!!!

Elsewhere, Alec and Dragov clashed relentlessly, their movements so fast that they appeared like flashes of light colliding mid-air.

Dragov frowned as he delivered a powerful strike, sending Alec crashing through five consecutive buildings; he then hovered in the air, waiting for Alec to emerge from the rubble; there were several reasons for his unease.

First—despite everything, he still hadn’t been able to overpower Alec through swordsmanship; after his previous defeat, Dragov had trained rigorously with his clan’s elders, believing his lacking weapon mastery was why he lost.

He had stopped relying solely on brute strength and began refining his technique, control, and efficiency, and he had improved significantly, and now learning to conserve energy, control mana better, and even develop abilities like his passive wind veil.

Yet now, facing Alec again, it felt eerily similar to their last encounter, because even though his weapon mastery had improved, it still hadn’t reached the level needed to suppress Alec.

At best, Dragov had reached the peak of Intermediate Mastery in his weapon, meanwhile, Alec had already stepped into Advanced Mastery of wielding his own weapon .

The realization irritated him.

It felt like the only reason he could dominate in this fight was because of his overwhelming raw strength, not his skill, something he deeply disliked, when he thinks about how Alec is not even fighting a full strength(golems).

Then, from the rubble, Alec stepped out, with a faint smile resting on his face, a thin line of blood running down his forehead, without a word, he loosened his kimono, letting it fall slightly to his waist and freeing his upper body.

Revealing the tattoos etched across his skin, the dark red bat-like mark on his back, just beneath his neck, began to glow faintly.

His body subtly changed, he grew slightly taller, his nails elongated just a bit.

His ears sharpened, his skin turned pale.

The transformation wasn’t drastic, but it was unmistakable, and eerily similar to Damien’s vampiric form, and the crowd couldn’t help but be stunned.

On the second level of the VIP section, the Bloodline Academy Dean glanced toward the Dean of the War God Mage Academy as if wanting to demand some answers, but seeing the clear look of surprise on his face, he chose to hold back his questions, deciding instead to watch how things would unfold.

Meanwhile, both Damien and Carmilla couldn’t help but become momentarily distracted when Alec completed his transformation, they could sense something familiar about him, yet at the same time, it felt completely different.

All of this happened within mere seconds, and in that brief moment of distraction—Brandon reappeared.

The sandy earth that had been scattered around the rooftop suddenly gathered together, forming his body as he emerged standing atop the structure, the instant Carmilla noticed him, she reacted.

She spun and swung her scythe in a wide arc—

Bang!

The blade slammed against Brandon’s raised guard, sending him flying backward, as he swiftly dug his legs down to kill the momentum, but she didn’t stop her attack there, she pressed forward aggressively, swinging again and again, her strikes relentless.

Yet Brandon simply blocked every attack with his hand guard, maintaining his defense without countering, to Carmilla, it felt like she had the upper hand.

But just before they reached the other edge of the rooftop, Something else happened.

She suddenly realised she couldn’t move forward anymore, and her gaze dropped, and that was when she saw it, her legs had been locked in place by hardened earth, clamped down by an unseen spell.

It had been cast so subtly and silently that even she hadn’t noticed when it happened, still, she refused to stop, using the reach of her scythe, she attempted to release a long-range slash attack—

But Brandon had already changed tactics.

This time—

He wasn’t just defending anymore, he was closing the distance.