Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 1321: Chapter 446: Three-Colored Dragon-man

Facing the pincer attack from the two epic strongmen, Quirut, transformed into a giant python, and the dragon-man Bostaf, Rein’s eyes flickered as he made an immediate decision.

He raised his dragon claws on both sides, and four metallic kite shields suddenly appeared in front of him, forming a straight line to block Bostaf’s flaming strike.

Meanwhile, six silver buzzing metal rings appeared and swiftly attacked Quirut behind Rein.

Having just suffered from this move, Quirut’s massive snake eyes suddenly shrank, and the posture of his downward pounce also stalled!

He initially thought Rein’s move must be some sort of trump card, not easily executed or with some price to pay, but now it seemed that it was not the case.

He didn’t expect Rein to be able to execute it consecutively.

This led Quirut to immediately stop his pouncing and biting posture, fully recoiling into a coil while casting a shrouding black light membrane to protect himself.

The pincer attack was instantly neutralized by Rein.

Now, Rein only needed to deal with Bostaf in single combat, greatly reducing his pressure.

Rein’s mind moved slightly, and the six silver metal rings attacking Quirut abruptly changed direction, heading towards Bostaf in front of him.

In fact, in this scenario, Quirut, as a co-combatant against Rein, could have alerted Bostaf.

But firstly, due to the inherently fragile and unseemly cooperative relationship between the cult and the slave capturing team, he would not consider initiating a warning.

Because to Quirut, the strange dragon-man on the other side would definitely seize the opportunity to eliminate him while taking down Rein.

Secondly, he harbored the same thought.

If both of these dragon-men were severely injured, it would be best, and he could sit back and reap the benefits.

An additional reason, having just suffered from Rein’s move, was that he found it unfair if the other dragon-man didn’t experience it too.

Of course, he couldn’t let the guy named Rein kill the opponent either.

Thus, Quirut took a deep breath, seemingly preparing to unleash some long-range attack.

Meanwhile.

Bostaf saw the six incoming silver metal rings with a sneer, as such things seemed entirely incapable of harming him.

Bostaf, holding a blade spear, performed a quick 360-degree Whirlwind Slash, a huge silver arc flashed by, instantly hitting the foremost three metal rings.

For a moment, it was indeed as Bostaf expected, the three metal rings couldn’t withstand his spear’s Whirlwind Slash and suddenly shattered!

Because the toothed metal rings, with their inherent thickness and hardness, couldn’t possibly remain intact under the slash of an epic strongman.

But at the moment those metal rings shattered, Bostaf also felt something inside him breaking.

Or rather, a small part of it!

Immediately following, a burst of excruciating pain from deep within the soul arose!

Bostaf’s entire body convulsed, eyes widened, as if struck by lightning.

Before the soul-cutting pain eased in any way, the remaining three metal rings simultaneously hit his body.

With the powerful defensive capability of the Dragon Scale, it seemed the wounds weren’t cut very deep,

but instantly, Bostaf’s forehead veins bulged, his giant eyes rolled upward, and his entire body trembled like a sieve, as if having a seizure!

Fortunately, this abnormal state didn’t last long, under half a second.

But when Bostaf came to his senses, the look he directed at Rein was as if he had seen a ghost!

The ”Zzzz!” sound came as his massive legs plowed two deep furrows into the ground, forcibly halting his charge and quickly retreating.

”You...what was your attack just now...” Bostaf looked at Rein in shock and hesitation, questioning him.

No wonder Bostaf was surprised!

As someone who merged with the bloodline of three giant dragon offspring, he was highly resistant to various witchcraft, and in previous battles, he could basically ignore any witchcraft below the third level.

Even third-level crystalization witchcraft would at most cause him minor injuries, which he could definitely withstand.

But Rein’s witchcraft just now was incredibly strange.

It seemed to inflict soul-piercing damage in addition to the innate power of the witchcraft itself.

On the other side.

Seeing Bostaf awkwardly stopping his charge stirred a dark satisfaction within Quirut.

It’s a somewhat dark mentality.

Much like a bystander falling into a manhole at night, instead of warning others, they climb out and watch as others fall in, feeling pleased, the more who fall in, the more satisfying it becomes.

However, when he saw Rein pursuing Bostaf to press the attack, he didn’t stand by idly.

Instead, he launched an indiscriminate spray towards Rein and Bostaf!

As for whether the ’ally’ who had just suffered a setback could withstand it, that’s not something he needed to concern himself with, as long as he could seize the chance to injure this young man named Rein, he would achieve his goal.

Several streams of dark green toxic mist spewed continuously from Quirut’s massive mouth like fireworks.

The toxicity of this mist was extremely high, somewhere between gaseous and liquid, a strong nauseating stench filling the air even before it reached the target.

Faced with the looming attack from behind, Rein naturally wouldn’t choose to withstand it head-on; his wings flapped, and his entire body shifted sideways, moving out of the range of the mist.