Elven cultivators

"So you are Canglan."

Isaac then recognized Anton's identity.

He had heard about Canglan's signature fighting style from Aurelion, and the moment he saw the sword light, he immediately recalled it.

Anton ignored the other party and silently felt the tactile feedback from the sword pellet.

The scales of legendary dragons are indestructible, possessing extremely high resistance to magic; magical weapons below the extraordinary level cannot even penetrate their defenses.

Even extraordinary magical weapons can only cause negligible damage to legendary dragons.

If it were the magic weapon sword pellet from before, even if it could injure Isaac, it would never have been so easy.

However, even a sword pellet at the Xuanqi level can easily break through defenses.

If he can break through the defenses, it means he has the power to fight a legendary dragon.

Seeing Anton's tacit agreement, Isaac's gaze grew even colder.

He looked down at the wounds on his body.

The scales shattered, and blood gushed out.

Although they were all just superficial injuries and could not affect his fighting ability at all, this humiliation was more unbearable for him than any serious injury.

He, a member of the Dragon Clan, the noblest bloodline on the Dawn Continent, was actually injured so badly by a Golden Peak cultivator from a lower race.

If this gets out, how can he possibly have the face to stand among the dragons?

"I will show you how foolish it is to anger the great dragon race!"

Isaac opened his massive mouth, and a stream of hot, grayish-white air gushed out from deep within his throat.

The dragon's breath, infused with the laws of embers, was far more powerful than before. The intense heat instantly turned the surrounding green vines into ashes, allowing him to briefly break free from his restraints.

At the same time, the dragon's breath poured down on Andong like a flood bursting its banks.

However, Anton was not surprised but rather pleased.

This is the moment he's been waiting for!

Anton suddenly raised his hand, and a crimson bead the size of a pigeon egg flew out from his palm, heading towards the overwhelming gray-white torrent, disappearing into it with a whoosh.

In an instant, the grayish-white torrent, powerful enough to melt fine steel, thinned and dimmed at a visible speed, as if it were being swallowed and dissolved by some invisible force, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

The crimson beads reappeared, their color visibly deeper than before.

Anton raised his hand and the crimson bead floated back into his palm.

Feeling the rich energy within, a hint of joy flashed across his face.

This is a fire-holding pearl.

It was a magical artifact he crafted specifically to collect dragon's breath.

He was still hesitant about whether to risk going to Isaac.

But now that the other party has come to us of their own accord, there's no point in hesitating.

The fire-holding pearl came in handy just in time.

The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

Anton released the Fire Shield, which hovered above his head. The crimson-gold light curtain rippled like water, enveloping him within it.

At the same time, the eight beams of Xuanjin sword light split again, becoming sixteen, and surged towards Isaac from all directions like swimming dragons.

Whenever Isaac breathes dragon breath, Anton immediately uses the Fire-Bearing Pearl to block and absorb it.

The gray-white torrent rushed towards us with a destructive force, but was mostly swallowed up by the Fire Pearl halfway through. The remaining small portion crashed against the Fire Shield, only causing a few ripples.

Although the Fire-Holding Pearl consumes a great deal of true energy, it does, to some extent, effectively counteract dragon breath.

Enraged, Isaac roared repeatedly. Each time he briefly broke free from the vines by spewing dragon breath, he would flap his wings and try to get closer to Anton, but Anton would detect him in advance and release the Shadowy Heavy Water to snipe him.

The jet-black water droplets struck the dragon silently, yet they caused his massive body to stagnate slightly.

Taking advantage of the situation, the green vines wrapped around his limbs and wings again, trapping him in place.

For a moment, the battle in the sky reached a stalemate.

On one side is a legendary dragon, known as the Golden Clan, and on the other is an elf who isn't even a legend.

The two fought back and forth in the sky above Silvermoon Forest, neither giving way, leaving the elves below dumbfounded.

"this……"

Irene opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say anything.

She knew Anton was strong, but she never imagined he could be this strong.

That's a legendary dragon!

Only legends can fight against legends; this is a universally acknowledged truth in the Dawn Continent, and there has never been an exception.

But now, this ironclad rule has been broken in front of her.

Even if it was Anton, who has repeatedly created miracles, who did this, it is still incredibly awe-inspiring.

This is a living myth!

At the same time.

The Silvermoon Forest is located several kilometers away from the battlefield.

Many figures were hidden behind low slopes and bushes, their eyes fixed on the earth-shattering battle in the sky, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Upon learning that Isaac had left Dragon City once again, various factions immediately investigated through various channels and soon discovered that Isaac's destination was Silvermoon Forest.

Surprised, these forces promptly dispatched spies to investigate.

They thought the unfortunate Silvermoon Clan would be wiped off the Eldron Plains starting today, and the Silvermoon Forest would be turned into a sea of ​​fire, but instead they saw this scene.

The elves and the dragons were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle!

This absurd and bizarre scene left the group of spies feeling as if they were in a dream, wondering if they were hallucinating.

"How...how is this possible?"

"Who is that elf?"

"It looks like... Canglan?"

"That's right, it's him! No one but Canglan can unleash that kind of sword light!"

"I never expected that Canglan's true identity was actually an elf!"

"No wonder Kreisor Dragon City couldn't find Canglan's whereabouts; he'd been disguising himself all along!"

"That shouldn't be the case. If it were an illusion, how could the dragonborn not have seen through it?"

"Is this the time to worry about that? That's a dragon! Canglan actually managed to confront a dragon head-on!"

The group of spies looked at each other in astonishment.

The battle continues in the sky.

Anton remained calm, wielding his sword to fight the dragon while silently observing its every move.

By this time, he was certain that Isaac had indeed lost the protection of the Dragon God's power.

Otherwise, given the dragon's arrogance, it would be impossible for it to have held back until now from using the trump card of the Dragon God's power.

"It seems that the Dragon God has most likely perished, or at least has weakened to the point where he can no longer protect the dragon race."

A thought flashed through Anton's mind.

In either case, it's good news for him.

Without the protection of the Dragon God, the dragon race will suffer a significant decline in power and will no longer be an invincible and noble race.

He looked down at the fire-holding pearl.

After his dragon breath was blocked by the Fire Pearl several times, Isaac seemed to realize something and stopped futilely spewing dragon breath, instead attacking with his claws and tail.

Fortunately, the Fire-Bearing Pearl had already collected a considerable amount of dragon breath essence.

Anton roughly estimated that the essence of dragon breath, combined with the essence of the sun he had collected over the years, was enough to refine Yang-attribute Qi.

The last key ingredient for Ninghua Dan has been obtained.

A genuine smile appeared on Anton's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

He looked up at Isaac, who was still entangled with the green vines not far away, and his gaze gradually became sharp.

Now that all the materials have been collected, there's no need to delay any longer.

This move was originally kept in reserve to deal with any potential Dragon God power, just in case.

However, it's good that this opportunity has been used; it might be the final blow that ends this battle once and for all.

Anton took a deep breath and focused his consciousness into the golden seal.

On the other side, Isaac's vertical pupils burned with furious flames.

As time passed, his anger and fear grew.

What surprised me was how tenacious my opponent was.

He never imagined that a Golden Peak could be this powerful.

Even the dragons, who are favored by the world, are no more powerful than this elf when they are still young.

If someone already possesses such astonishing strength at the peak of the Gold level, what will they be like when they advance to the Legendary level?

The thought of this fueled Isaac's murderous intent.

Whether now or in the future, he will never allow anyone to threaten his dominant position on the Eldron Plains.

What annoyed him was that, despite his best efforts, he still couldn't defeat this damned elf.

His opponent was as slippery as an eel, and with the surrounding vines pulling him along, he was unable to launch a fierce attack.

On the few occasions when they succeeded, their attacks were blocked by the strange crimson-gold light barrier on the opponent's body.

Everything made him feel incredibly frustrated.

"Damn it..."

Isaac was about to launch another fierce attack when he suddenly realized something and stopped abruptly.

He looked around and was astonished to find countless blue lights surging out from the forest below, instantly converging into a dense, almost tangible, emerald-green light tide.

Amidst the tide of light, a figure slowly coalesced into form.

The figure was over ten feet tall, its entire body composed of pure emerald light. Its face was blurred yet exuded an indescribable majesty, as if it were a deity that had stepped out of ancient mythology.

He wore a long robe woven from thousands of branches and leaves, each leaf trembling slightly, making a rustling sound like the wind passing through the treetops, which blended into an ancient and melodious tune.

What's most captivating are those eyes.

It possesses a profound and indifferent divinity, as if it were an ancient will overlooking the vicissitudes of life, both compassionate and ruthless towards all things in the world.

Isaac's dragon body tensed instinctively, and the muscles beneath his scales bulged and jutted out.

He sensed an unprecedented threat from the illusory figure before him.

"Playing tricks!"

Isaac roared, trying to dispel the inexplicable unease in his heart with his shout.

He opened his massive maw, and his grayish-white dragon breath poured out like a volcanic eruption, transforming into a destructive torrent more than ten meters in diameter, which surged toward the illusory figure.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and even space itself seemed to tremble slightly under the high temperature, groaning under the unbearable pressure.

However, the illusory figure simply raised its right hand slowly.

The hand, made of light, was long and steady. With a gentle touch of its index finger, it was as soft as a spring breeze brushing against a willow branch, almost poetic.

But it was precisely this point that caused the entire world to freeze.

Isaac's pupils contracted sharply.

He could clearly feel a completely opposite rhythm emanating from that finger.

If what he felt from those green vines just now was the "life" in the cycle of growth and decay of all things, then what he touched at this moment was the "extinction" after the extreme reversal of life.

It is not destruction and burning, but a more thorough withering and decay from the root.

Before the illusory figure's fingertips, the void suddenly collapsed, as if an invisible vortex had formed in an instant.

The vitality of the world seemed to be forcibly extracted, gathered, and compressed at this moment, condensing into a point of almost black, ghostly light at the fingertips.

The eerie light was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, yet it exuded a deathly aura that silenced all things.

It was like the moment before the last leaf of late autumn fell to the ground.

It's like the desolation of the first frost of winter sweeping across withered grass.

It is the ultimate end of life, the end of the cycle of reincarnation.

Isaac tried to dodge, but found that his massive dragon body seemed to be locked by some invisible force, and he could not escape at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the illusory figure pointed forward, a faint light drifting out, instantly annihilating the dragon's breath, and silently landing on his heart.

The Azure Emperor Subdues Demons!