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Euclio's battle had ended quickly, far before the other fights involving major players. Even Noah was still busy dealing with the red-haired privileged cultivator by the time Sword Saint disappeared from the battlefield.

The scene that unfolded in front of Euclio's vision was messy and disappointing. The sky had sent a precise number of experts to keep all the landmass' leaders busy, so he couldn't find any worthy opponent.

After a quick inspection, Euclio found only two paths worth pursuing. One saw him joining his peers to defeat the landmass' leaders, while the other involved slaughtering the weaker troops.

"I don't want to do either," Euclio muttered as he continued to caress his beard. "I guess dealing with the leaders will put an end to this mess quickly, but I don't want the troublesome ones."

Euclio diverted his gaze whenever he found King Elbas, Noah, Alexander, or Divine Demon. He didn't want anything to do with those four, but the others seemed suitable targets.