Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 248 Mo Lang Emerges from Seclusion!

boom! boom! boom!
A thunderous roar echoed from the western coast of Ionia as four towering figures crashed through the clouds.

When the tail of the Destruction Dragon swept across the sea, the resulting tsunami was hundreds of feet high. The foam on the crest of the wave was stained an ominous deep purple by the power of the law. Under the law of destruction, even the Sun Demon Sword, which possessed two powers, was still suppressed.

On the other side, Purgatory unleashed a barrage of flames from his spear, transforming it into a sea of ​​fire that crashed down. Sun Wukong also roared as he swung his Doran's Staff, and Samadhi True Fire condensed behind him into a ten-zhang-tall ape dharma image. However, this dharma image had dimmed considerably, and even cracks appeared on Sun Wukong's armor.

Clearly, it was no match for the Infernal Dragon and was struggling to hold on.

In the distance, the mountain dragon raised its shield, attempting to shatter Master Yi, who had transformed into a blue stream of light. Master Yi's Wuji Sword drew hundreds of cold rays in the sunlight, and wherever the sword passed, even the dragon's mountain shield was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

In a battle of god-level strength, only Master Yi had fewer wounds and a slight advantage, because he had overdrawn his life force!
"Europe--"

The entire sky was dyed dark gold by the aftershocks of energy. Ionia's rune array erected a pale green barrier along the coastline. The phantom of the Cloud-Drinking Flying Kun was coiled around the array's core, with ancient incantations flowing across each scale, constantly repairing the power of the rune array's runes.

Even so, ripples continued to spread along the edge of the formation, as the ocean dragon relentlessly attacked it. The power of the rune formation was constantly being depleted by the attacks, causing tiny cracks to appear in the barrier formed by the rune formation.

"Damn it!"

Irelia knelt on one knee on the beach, her five silver blades deeply embedded in the ground, their reflections mirroring the carnage of the battlefield.

The holy light of the Swift Lion surged through her blood, allowing her to clearly perceive the condition of each guardian. Sun Wukong's divine power was operating beyond its limits, and the skin beneath his armor had cracked, revealing golden divine essence.

Aatrox's Darkin Greatsword sizzled as it was burned by the black flames, yet it still clung tightly to the Destroyer Dragon; what alarmed her most was Master Yi—his highland bloodline had been burned to its limit, and every afterimage was draining his life force.

However, she was also unable to defeat her opponent, which made her feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

However, seeing that her side of the demigods was still gaining the upper hand in the battle, she felt a little relieved. Especially when she saw the chess pieces that Mo Lang had summoned, which were far superior to ordinary demigods, she was reminded of the figure who had killed the giant dragon with a single sword.

"I wonder when that kid will wake up..."

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Just as Irelia's eyes trembled slightly, the cloud dragon waved its giant fan, and the laws of wind instantly gathered into a swarm of wind blades. The blades tore through the sound barrier and plowed out spiderweb-like cracks in the void. The edges of each wind blade were swirling with the arc of thunderclouds, and they came crashing down with the oppressive feeling of an impending avalanche.

Irelia was caught off guard and was immediately slashed so deeply that the bone was exposed all over her body, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You dare to get distracted while fighting me? Little girl, who do you think you are?"

The cloud dragon held a giant fan that was half a person's height. The fan was made of dragon bones as the ribs and dragon skin as the fan surface, but it already had several holes in it, which were caused by Irelia's blade.

"Old woman, what are you yelling about, as if you've won?"

As Irelia channeled her divine power to heal her wounds, the six sharp blades swirling around her once more charged towards the cloud dragon.

"court death!"

Although the Cloud Dragons are dragons, no female or male of any race wants to be called old. In their rage, the Law of Wind spread out.

In an instant, under the influence of the Law of Wind, ten enormous tornadoes rose up on the entire sea surface and swept towards the charging Irelia!

The battle resumed, with devastating energy raging and shaking the heavens. Countless fragments of space broke off, revealing black spatial wormholes, but they were quickly repaired.

The battle raged on for an unknown duration, the seawater already stained crimson with blood, many dragon corpses floating on its surface, their eyes filled with resentment. On Ionia's side, thanks to the addition of Mo Lang's numerous demigod-level pieces, there were no casualties, but the cracks in the light barrier were multiplying, and even the Cloud-Drinking Flying Kun transferring much of the damage to itself couldn't completely repair the damage.

Once the formation is broken, the dragons will surely massacre the entire Ionia, and the losses will be even greater than those suffered by the dragons.

"boom--!"

The moment the muffled thud, like a thunderclap, swept past our eardrums, a figure stained with blood and foam burst through the clouds and crashed to the ground like a meteorite onto the beach. Sand and gravel billowed several meters high in the shockwave, and as the dust settled, in a depression about ten feet in diameter, stray hairs, clung to the pale forehead of the person, and blood mixed with sand dripped from between their fingers.

As everyone's pupils constricted, two more sharp sounds rang out from the sky—

Two dark figures plummeted down with a whooshing sound, one using its palm to brace itself against the ground to absorb the force, its knuckles, as smooth as bluestone, carving spiderweb-like cracks into the sand.

The other man slammed heavily against the edge of the pit, the blood oozing from his throat splattering onto the sand like dark red flowers.

Around the three bodies, grains of sand continued to fall, and only the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, swept past their blood-stained clothes.

At this moment, everyone finally saw the three figures clearly. They were none other than Master Yi, Sun Wukong, and Irelia, who had fallen from god-level status.

The three sacred beasts also detached from their bodies, their auras becoming listless, and their forms appearing much dimmer.

boom!
Just as everyone was secretly lamenting their misfortune, misfortune struck again. The rune array was completely shattered by the ocean dragon, and the Cloud-Drinking Flying Kun coughed up a mouthful of blood, its aura also weakening.

At that moment, an atmosphere of despair instantly enveloped the hearts of all Ionians.

"It's over..."

Aatrox, the Sun Sword still struggling to hold on, looked at this scene and also revealed a bitter smile.

Even if their master gains something, there's nothing they can do to change the situation, right?

"Hahaha, little monkey, why aren't you jumping around anymore?" The arrogant laughter of the Purgatory Dragon echoed throughout the sky, its eyes full of mockery.

The mountain dragon and the cloud dragon both looked disdainfully at Irelia and Master Yi, who were lying on the ground coughing up blood.

It seemed that at this moment, the outcome was already decided.

"Aatrox, are you going to resist to the bitter end, or do you intend to submit to my dragon race?"

The Destroyer Dragon looked at Aatrox, revealing a recruiting intent, and said, "I believe only I can unleash the true power of your sword."

"is it?"

Just then, a figure appeared silently behind the Destruction Dragon.

Before the words were finished, a loud "bang" was heard, and the Destruction Dragon, which had transformed into human form, was sent flying backward and crashed into the sea, creating towering waves!

(End of this chapter)