Chapter 177: Is This the Power of a Legendary Sword Saint?

The battlefield seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Countless gazes turned to the figure in the air, filled with shock, bewilderment, or disbelief.

The first to react were the Elves of the Silver Moon Race.

"Anton!"

Romance blurted out, her face lighting up with a genuinely joyous smile.

An irrepressible joy also appeared on Eleanor's face. The fatigue and gravity that had accumulated deep within her from days of fierce battle receded like a tide, replaced by an indescribable sense of peace.

The three Elders, Cedric, Darian, Elena... all the Elves of the Silver Moon Race revealed smiles of profound relief.

It was as if the mere appearance of that figure meant all their problems would be solved.

Sieg forced his opponent back with a single sword strike, disengaged from the fight, and looked up at Anton in the sky. His heart skipped a beat.

He clearly remembered Great Elder Leonard saying that Anton was in seclusion, attempting a breakthrough.