The Elven Cultivator

When they looked at the Azure Abyss Dragon again, their eyes were filled with profound shock and fear.

This was the power of a royal Giant Dragon.

Its aura alone was enough to nearly incapacitate a warrior at the Golden Peak level.

Valin stood at the very front of the formation, glaring at the Azure Abyss Dragon with bulging eyes. His voice boomed like a great bell, ”Irad, cut the cheap tricks! If you have any guts, fight us head-on!”

The Azure Abyss Dragon, Irad, looked down upon Valin, his vertical pupils filled with undisguised arrogance and contempt.

”Valin, it’s been so many years, and you still haven’t changed that hot-headed nature of yours.”

His voice was deep and slow, like an undercurrent surging in the depths of the sea.

”Do you really think you can defeat us with this handful of people you’ve brought?”

”But since you want a direct confrontation, then so be it.”

As he finished speaking, Irad slowly rose to his feet.

His massive body unfurled from its coiled posture, his scales scraping against each other with a metallic clang.

The Giant Dragons and Pure-blooded Dragon Race surrounding him all assumed combat stances.

The Giant Dragons spread their wings, the Dragon Race warriors unsheathed their weapons, and the light of the Power of Law flowed through the gaps in their scales and armor.

Their powerful auras and draconic might converged into a massive torrent, crushing down on the group as if it were a tangible force.

The air instantly grew as heavy as lead. Even the bone fragments on the ground vibrated faintly under the pressure, emitting soft, grating sounds.

Everyone’s expressions instantly turned grim.

They had fifteen teams in total, with about forty to fifty Legends among them.

Compared to the Dragon Race, they were at a clear disadvantage in the number of Legends.

Not to mention, the Dragon Race’s power was further enhanced within the Subspace.

In contrast, their own power was suppressed and diminished.

With one side growing stronger and the other weaker, the disparity in their combat strength had become glaringly obvious.

But even realizing this, they did not retreat.

Or rather, there was no way to retreat.

The entrance to the spatial node had already closed.

The entrance would not reopen until the spatial node completed its relocation.

For the time being, their only option was to fight the Dragon Race to the death.

”We’ll only know if we can win by fighting!”

Valin roared.

The instant the words left his mouth, he shot forward like a crimson meteor, charging fearlessly toward the Azure Abyss Dragon.

The battle erupted in that instant.

Across the wasteland of flesh and blood, hundreds of figures simultaneously burst into action, attacking one another.

The flames of Magic, the radiance of the Power of Law, the cold glint of descending blades... A kaleidoscope of light instantly exploded in the dim space, bathing the entire wasteland in flickering light and shadow, as if the apocalypse had come.

Countless sounds and roars mixed together, a chaotic din like a vat of boiling oil that made one’s eardrums ache.

Bone fragments on the ground were sent flying by the shockwaves, and the fleshy sinews of the ground trembled violently.

Anton remained motionless, but a Sword Pill leaped from his chest, transforming into a streak of dark-gold sword light that slashed toward an oncoming Ice Thorn Dragon.

At the same time, his eyes quickly scanned the battlefield, taking in everyone’s position and the overall state of the fight.

The Great Elder, wreathed in thorns, was locked in battle with a Stoneheart Dragon.

The Second Elder, the Third Elder, Cedric, and Romance had each engaged a Golden Peak warrior from the Pure-blooded Dragon Race.

Bolstered by their equipment, Talismans, and potions, the four of them negated the effects of the Subspace and firmly held the upper hand.

Seeing this, Anton nodded to himself.

’The Great Elder is a given. And as for my other four teammates, as long as they aren’t targeted by a Legendary Giant Dragon or surrounded by the Pure-blooded Dragon Race, there’s no need to worry.’

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Alvin was facing a high-ranking Giant Dragon.

His opponent was powerful, at least at the level of a veteran Legend, yet Alvin wasn’t losing any ground.

Meanwhile, Ignatius had taken on two lesser Giant Dragons. Despite being outnumbered, he was forcing them into a steady retreat, fighting with incredible ferocity.

”Insolent Elf! You dare get distracted while fighting me!”

The Ice Thorn Dragon Anton was fighting quickly noticed his subtle movements.

The dragon roared in anger, opened its maw, and unleashed a torrent of azure Dragon Breath imbued with the Power of the Ice Cold Law that swept toward Anton.

Wherever the Dragon Breath passed, moisture in the air instantly condensed into fine ice crystals, and even the fleshy sinews of the ground were coated in a layer of white frost.

Yet Anton had no intention of dodging. An invisible layer of golden Gang Qi suddenly materialized around his body.

The icy-blue Dragon Breath slammed into the Primordial True Gang like a raging current striking a reef, instantly shattering into a cloud of ice mist that sprayed out to the sides.

The ice mist settled on the ground, freezing large swathes of flesh and bone into solid blocks of ice with a sharp, crackling sound.

Anton himself, however, was completely unscathed. Not even his robes had stirred in the frigid blast.

The Ice Thorn Dragon’s vertical pupils contracted sharply, its eyes filled with disbelief.

’My full-powered Dragon Breath couldn’t even break through his defenses?’

”The defensive power of the Primordial True Gang is pretty impressive.”

Anton nodded to himself.

’This is the power of a Divine Technique specializing in physical defense.’

’With the combined defenses of the Primordial True Gang and the Seven-Star Sun-Binding Robe, even a full-powered attack from a newly ascended Legend would have a hard time harming me.’

’And that’s with the Seven-Star Sun-Binding Robe being only a Magical Artifact.’

’If I swapped it for a defensive Profound Artifact, even just a Low Grade one, I estimate even a Pillarstone Legend would have trouble hurting me.’

Reining in his thoughts, Anton acted with a mere thought.

VMMMM!

The dark-gold sword light hovering before him suddenly emitted a clear hum. The blade trembled slightly, then abruptly bloomed like a flower.

In the blink of an eye, one hundred and twenty-eight streaks of sword light filled the air like a cascading river of stars, blanketing the sky as they shot toward the Ice Thorn Dragon.