A battle on the scale of two hundred thousand people could already be considered a war. Abilities exploded, giant beasts flew around, and river water flooded all at the same time as sword ki surged. All kinds of roars and pained cries rang out across the battlefield.

Fortunately, the Swordking Faction was hidden rather deep in Silverriver Valley. There were only a few disciples from Dragonmight and Azureriver who could surround them at the same time, allowing them to barely hold on. Had they been on a flat field, they would have been easily crushed by the enemy that had three times their number. Even so, Swordking was in a really bad situation. If this went on, the longest they could last was two hours. They had nowhere else to run and could well be wiped out by the other two factions.

Usually the three years after the faction battles were when the factions changed the most. There was no...