Pillar of Yita

At that moment, everyone saw the Skycyan Star rising slowly above the sky.

It shone alongside the nearby silver star, yet rapidly distanced itself, transforming into a cyan stream of light, colliding with the black shadow above the firmament.

Every Artisan Master connected to it felt the calculative power demand multiply, struggling to keep up with the Dragon Knight under simulated controls, even for them, it was overwhelming. Let alone Fang Hong, the main controller, whose sweat flowed down his face like streams, completely drenching his soft hair stuck to his forehead.

He kept his eyes tightly closed, his eyeballs trembling, the veins on his forehead bulging, and it was almost with clenched fists and gritted teeth that he managed to hold on without collapsing immediately.

But Tata opened her eyes calmly, rarely showing a hint of concern as she glanced at him.

Nikopolas finally noticed the approaching azure light from behind.

Although it was only a glance from the corner of its eye, it still stirred up the fear buried in its heart once again, that unforgettable pain, like an illusion transformed into a sword light, slashed again at its dragon horn and right claw.

The phantom from the past rushed toward it, nearly making it scream out.

Nikopolas, cold sweat dripping in its heart, could no longer endure the oppression of this fear, had to turn around to face this Dragon Knight head on. The increasingly familiar face nearing it drove it to shiver with fear, but on the other hand, its heart was filled with immense anger, knowing well that behind the opponent was just a young boy.

”Too much bullying!”

Nikopolas struck with a paw towards ’Xiuma’.

But with that paw, it grabbed nothing but air.

In its somewhat surprised gaze, the Construct retreated with an abnormal maneuver — defying common sense, coming to a sudden stop, passing by its claw. But by the time Nikopolas reacted, the Dragon Knight had already turned into a stream of light, circling to its back.

Up in the sky, the artisans saw that turning cyan light stream, almost forgetting to calculate — for they witnessed what seemed like the reenactment of a past event — Fang Hong being able to control the Light Spear was already beyond their imagination, let alone allowing the Dragon Knight to engage in close combat:

That was in a different dimension.

But not only did the boy fight, he did not fall behind.

Due to the artisans’ pause in calculation, the Dragon Knight also paused in midair, giving Nikopolas a chance to finally turn back and bite at the latter.

But in the next moment, the Dragon Knight leveraged the loss of balance, weaving past its jaws with a peculiar zigzag line — Nikopolas was taken aback for a moment, thinking it was just bad luck. Yet, when it swung back with its tail, the enormous construct, albeit spinning in midair, narrowly evaded its tail by mere inches.

Only then did Nikopolas feel a chill.

At this point, both dragon and machine had essentially entered a spiraling downward close combat state, even for the overlord born in the sky, it felt slightly lost in sensing the surrounding space, yet no matter how the counterpart twisted and turned the world, it could always accurately find its position.

And anticipate its attack.

This spatial awareness.

How is that possible!?

Finally, its eyes revealed the utmost horror, for a moment it seemed that in front of it was not that composed boy, but another slightly handsome young man, carrying that sharp sword, standing in front of it.

And giving it a slight smile —

Then what came into Nikopolas’s view was a sword light.

Only then did it come back to its senses with a shiver, realizing that it had actually gotten distracted during the battle, helplessly watching as the sword light swept across its long horn, and cut into its right claw. Yet the Light Sword hardly caused any substantial harm, not even leaving a single scratch on its scales.

But at that moment, Nikopolas fell into the deepest nightmare.

It raised its head, letting out an extremely shrill scream.

And people witnessed this scene, the azure Morning Star intertwined in mid-air with the Dark Giant Dragon, the bright light trail, seemingly no longer a sight occurring in the present moment. Instead, time rewound in the sky of Fanric, allowing them to see that legendary hero —

The Dragon Slayer, Xiuyuede.

It was a world-renowned battle from an era ago, yet at this moment, it was reenacted.

Meanwhile, Mierliu Ximi Si finally completed its spell.

A silver pillar of light, cast from its claw, pierced right through Nikopolas’s right chest. Though it appeared unremarkable, the light pillar passed through the Dark Giant Dragon, striking a hill outside of Fanric, without making any sound, the hill disappeared instantly.

Nikopolas issued a more deafening scream, finally plummeting towards the ground.

With a roar, it crashed into a part of the city, but quickly struggled to fly again, afraid to linger any longer, glancing back hastily, staggering away towards Long Lake. Though appearing heavily injured, Mierliu Ximi Si hovered motionless in midair, and no one dared to obstruct.

The crowd could only watch as it vanished into the western sky.

And at this moment, Fang Hong could no longer hold on either.

His vision went black, and he fell forward to the ground.

The crowd on the square let out an exclamation, watching as the intertwined cyan and silver stars in midair lost their light and began to fall downward.