With the Third stepping down onto the battlefield, Sheikh Atractivo's two assistants ended up facing each other. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the five Clan Leaders fled in different directions, getting out of the Second Elder's attack range.
When the obstacle preventing them from executing the given order was removed, two of them immediately headed towards the inactive Lareina and Ralf. Whether it was luck or they threw themselves in that direction on purpose is unknown; they were advancing towards the part that looked the weakest.
Jashua was watching them, but he couldn't ignore the two people appearing in front of him. The leaders of the Bloody Valley and Bloody River clans had chosen him as their opponent.
"Don't worry! While she is next to them, it's impossible for anything to happen to them!"
Taking deep breaths, Alis appeared behind Jashua; the young man, whose energy was depleted due to the previous battle, wanted to support his friend.
"Are you sure?"
Jashua asked without taking his gaze off the enemy; he wanted to dedicate himself to the battle in front of him.
"I can bet she will be the first person to kill her enemies!"
Alis, with the darkness around him dispersed, lightly patted Jashua's broad back. Even though the Young Count asked twice to be sure, he was relieved by the woman's presence from the very beginning. He knew the woman, who was the power animal of the weird old man he fought inside the cave for a long time, at least as well as he knew himself.
"Sun and Star, today you are losing your place in the sky!"
Swinging the sickles in her hand forcefully, the beautiful woman called out to the Bloody Sun and Bloody Star Clan leaders who were about to start their attacks.
"You're dreaming!"
Bloody Sun's answer was to wave the wide fan in his hand. The blood energy breaking off from the weapon and advancing was burning. The blood-red flames were drying the air where they passed and causing a thin fog to form.
The blood-colored stars appearing above them were practically tearing off from the sky and trying to descend to the ground. The Clan Leaders had sent their attacks to the beautiful woman and those next to her.
The energy coming out of the sickles met them halfway; they clashed in the red and blue sky. Even though it was one against two, the magnitude of the attack was enough to stop the blood-colored stars and the boiling bloods. The first round ended in a draw, but the Clan Leaders were not stopping. This time, they separated and attacked from two different directions.
When they sensed the woman's power was enough to stop both of them at the same time, they started a crossfire aiming to create an imbalance.
"Very interesting! Your grandfathers were smart men; I wonder when you became so stupid?"
The pleasant woman, crossing her arms in front of her chest, swung them down as soon as she finished her words. The massive blue energy hit the ground and turned into a tornado surrounding the three people. The tornado, with Ralf and Lareina at its center, would manage to reflect both attacks coming at it with the same speed.
The next moment the woman disappeared from sight. The Bloody Sun Clan Leader was swinging his fan randomly, while the other Clan Leader was opening the sky-blue pouch from which blood stars spurted to the end.
"You brought the clan heirlooms too!"
The two men were hurled backwards; while looking around as if searching for someone, there was fear on their faces. The voice they heard a second ago didn't belong to the woman who was their enemy; the words belonged to an old man. The energy surrounding their bodies dispersed; their auras were trembling like their bodies.
"Did anyone ask for your help?"
The pleasant woman appeared in front of the Bloody Star Clan Leader and made her sickles dance in harmony. A breath later the sky-blue pouch was in her hands, while the Clan Leader had no hands. Lunging forward to take the Clan Heirloom, the man stretched his neck and no longer possessed a head on his shoulders either.
One of the two Clan Leaders, dispersed by the old man's voice, tasted sudden death. Seeing this, the other was waiting in a frozen state.
"Attack, you imbecile, what are you waiting for!"
The man might have frozen, but the Third Elder knew how to thaw his ice with his forked voice. The sun started to scatter its bloods with all its heat again.
"Don't you dare interfere with this; I want to play a little!"
The woman was talking to herself while walking bouncing her large breasts; she seemed not to care about the flaming blood wave coming at her.
"Wind Rose!"
Interlocking the handles of the sickles, the woman created a new single-piece weapon. She rapidly spun her two hands, and the weapon spun too, creating a blue tornado. This time, the air current wasn't vertical, it was horizontal. Tearing right through the blood wave, the blue energy was directly targeting the Clan Leader's chest.
The Clan Leader, whose attack was pierced, was surprised, but this couldn't make him not run away. He saved himself by hurling himself to the right side; he pulled his weapon to the side for a new attack.
"No way!"
The large fan he stretched stayed just like that; there were dozens of tornadoes in front of his eyes, and they were all targeting him. They came and passed like the wind; many pieces of the Clan Leader they left behind also continued along with them. His body was in one piece; there were such clean cuts that even though he had lost half of his total mass, he wasn't falling apart.
"Is it over? Who made someone who can't dodge this a Clan Leader!"
The pleasant woman was grumbling when she returned next to Lareina and Ralf. Judging by her tapping the tip of her right foot on the ground repeatedly, she was a bit angry.
"Look at the state of that sect you boast about so much, you rotten geezer!"
No answer came to the woman speaking snorting with anger, and this situation angered her even more.
"What do I expect from a sect whose Third Sheikh is a creature like you?"
This time an answer came. A sour laugh and a wind blowing the woman's skirts swept past the trio standing side by side.
"Did you hear the voice?"
"What voice?"
"Are you deaf, man? Didn't you hear the weird laugh of an old man?"
Some of those outside the Blood Dome surrounding the battlefield had heard this voice, while others were not even aware at all, but at the end of the day, two of the five Clan Leaders were being erased from the stage of history.
While these were happening on Ralf and Lareina's front, Jashua, with the help of his friend, was fighting the Two Clan leaders. Their job wasn't as easy as the beautiful woman's; after all, there was no weird old man behind them.
"Alis, can you use that power one more time?"
Jashua wanted to know the condition of the young man in white. The enemy wasn't an easy bite like the opponents he defeated before. As if attacking and defending simultaneously wasn't enough, they were also wearing down the two youths with their tremendous coordination.
"Fools! They immediately showed their tricks to an opponent they didn't know at all!"
"Misfits! They even lost the heirlooms in their hands!"
When the gray-haired old man condemned the dead Clan Leaders, the woman standing next to him didn't wait long to accompany him. Her hair was covered in white too; cascading over her shoulders, it extended all the way to her waist.
It was completely straight; starting and ending like a calmly flowing river. The man's eyebrows were furrowed; their tips were raised, the parts close to each other were low, they resembled a valley.
The Bloody Valley and Bloody River Clan Leaders were the people at the head of the two clans that got along best with each other throughout history. While defending, they would cover each other's openings, and with their techniques, they would increase the impact of the attacks.
"Blood River!"
The white-haired woman swung the milk-white pitcher forward; the target of the blood spurting from inside it was Jashua and Alis.
"Blood Valley!"
The Bloody Valley Clan Leader swung his spear, which was taller than him, twice. The blood energy separating from the weapon formed two walls on the right and left sides of the youths. The Blood River surged as it hit the walls on the edges, while the youths in the target didn't know where to run.
"Alis, I am taking your silence as a no!"
Jashua, upon his friend not speaking, had understood what he needed to understand; apparently, it was up to him. Ten breaths before the Blood River reached them, grabbing Alis by the collar, he hurled him over the Blood Wall.
He watched the youth in white; seeing him move away from the dangerous area, he turned his head. In front of his eyes, there was the Blood River coming cascading, and a breath later it was going to swallow him.