Elven cultivators

At that moment, Isaac felt no pain.

There was only one more terrifying feeling, a sense of emptiness welling up from the depths of the body.

It was as if something was being forcibly pulled away, and the entire dragon body was rapidly withering and decaying from the inside out.

He looked down and saw that the scales on his chest were losing their luster at a visible speed, then cracking and peeling off, revealing the skin and flesh underneath that were also shrinking and drying out.

"What is this...?"

For the first time, Isaac's voice trembled.

He could feel his heartbeat weakening, each beat feeling as heavy and labored as an ox pulling a cart.

The dragons' vaunted vitality was rapidly eroded by that strange power, disappearing like the receding tide.

However, the nightmare was not over yet.

At the very moment the Azure Emperor's avatar made his move, Anton also moved.

The sixteen mysterious golden sword lights hovering around him suddenly paused, collapsing towards the center like stars returning to their places, silently merging into one, transforming into a sword light about three feet and three inches long.

The light in the world seemed to dim for a moment, as if it had been completely swallowed up by that sword light.

The true form of the sword pellet!

The next instant, the sword light pierced the sky like a meteor, hurtling towards Isaac's head.

Isaac only had time to turn his head before the sword light pierced his right eye, penetrated his skull, and burst out of his body from the back of his head, bringing with it a spray of scorching dragon blood and shattered bone fragments.

A mournful dragon roar echoed across the sky.

Isaac's massive dragon body convulsed violently, his wings flapping wildly out of control, tearing the surrounding green vines to shreds.

Dark red dragon blood gushed from its eye sockets, as hot as magma, splashing onto the blue light screen below and emitting a hissing burning sound.

But in the next instant, a strange power surged from the depths of Isaac's body.

That is the law of embers.

But it is no longer the destructive meaning that turns everything to ashes, but another side of the law, a continuation of "after burning" in the natural cycle.

Beneath the embers, a spark still ignites.

As the dead trees are burned away, new shoots will emerge from the scorched earth.

The grayish-red light on Isaac's body suddenly brightened, receded inward, and surged towards the shocking blood hole in his right eye like rivers flowing into the sea.

Wherever the power of the law passed, the charred flesh trembled slightly, the severed blood vessels seemed to be stitched together by invisible needles and threads, and the shattered bone fragments slowly returned to their places in the light.

However, the resurrection power of the Ember Law is ultimately only enough to keep death at bay.

The fatal wound that pierced the skull was barely managed to close and heal to a degree sufficient to sustain life under the influence of the law, before exhausting all remaining strength.

The blood hole in his right eye slowly closed, and the shattered skull barely healed, but deep inside the eye socket, only a murky gray-white remained, unable to gather the light from the pupil any longer.

As for the spot on his chest that was struck by the Azure Emperor's avatar, it only barely stopped the withering and spreading.

The dark red scales remained dull and lifeless, their edges cracked like withered tree bark, creating a stark contrast with the intact scales around them.

Isaac flapped his wings sharply, gaining altitude and breaking free from the vines' entanglement.

He did not launch another attack, nor did he even glance at Anton again.

For the first time, a fear that had never appeared in those vertical pupils, one bright and one dark, surfaced.

In the long course of his life, he had never felt death so clearly approaching as he did at this moment.

The unfamiliar fear completely robbed him of his former arrogance.

Without hesitation, Isaac flapped his wings and his massive dragon body shot northward like an arrow.

He escaped!

Anton was slightly taken aback.

But after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately decided not to pursue them.

The fierce battle just now, and the final manifestation of the sword pellet's true form, had left his true energy nearly depleted.

The twenty-odd drops of Netherworld Heavy Water that had been accumulated over the past few months were completely used up in the battle just now.

If we chase after him now, even if we manage to kill Isaac in the end, his final counterattack will be enough to take him down with him.

The more likely scenario is that they will be defeated in return.

"It's a pity that the Azure Emperor's Demon Subduing Formation has accumulated too little energy. If it could have accumulated for another ten years or so, its power would have been stronger, and that attack just now should have been enough to kill Isaac."

Even so, Anton understood this.

Legendary dragons are not so easy to kill.

That's equivalent to the Golden Core stage.

Being able to severely injure and repel them using formations is already quite an achievement.

While Anton felt regretful, the elves watching the battle were completely stunned.

They stared blankly at the departing dark red figure, and for a moment no one uttered a sound.

Did the Ember Dragon escape?

The mighty dragon was actually defeated and forced to flee in disarray by Anton!

Before today, if someone had told them that dragons could also run away, they would never have believed it for a second.

In the minds of everyone on the Dawn Continent, the Dragon Clan is a supreme being, a golden race born to be superior to all other races.

The word "retreat" is never in their dictionary; there is only destruction and conquest.

But such a bizarre scene is now truly unfolding before my eyes.

For a moment, all the elves felt a dreamlike sense of absurdity.

Only when Isaac's figure disappeared on the horizon did someone awaken from their daze and let out the first exclamation.

"The dragon has escaped!"

"We won!"

Cheers erupted throughout the forest.

Roman grinned, revealing a big smile.

Eleanor stood beside her, and even the usually quiet girl couldn't help but smile.

The three elders simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and saw in each other's eyes a mixture of relief and disbelief.

When the Ember Dragon appeared and launched its attack, they almost despaired.

Unexpectedly, it was Anton who ended up driving away the Shining Dragon.

This is truly unexpected.

Anton retrieved the sword pellet and turned to fly towards the forest below.

When his figure passed through the cyan light curtain and landed in front of the Grand Elder and the others, the way they looked at him was completely different from before.

That's not the gaze one gives to a genius, or the hope of a clan.

Rather, they were looking at a legend.

Having dealt a devastating blow to a legendary dragon and repelled it, Anton's fame will surely resound throughout the entire Eldron Plains after today.

Anton naturally noticed this subtle change, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. Instead, he looked at the three elders and said in a deep voice, "Although Isaac has been repelled, things are not over yet. The retaliation from Kreisor Dragon City is expected to come soon. We need to prepare in advance."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill and immediately snapped out of their elation.

The Grand Elder frowned and said, "Kreisor Dragon City is secondary; I'm worried about the Dragon Court..."

Anton understood his meaning, but his expression remained unchanged. Instead, he said meaningfully, "Why does the Grand Elder think I was able to defeat Isaac?"

Before the elder could speak, Roman instinctively interjected, "That's because Anton, you're very capable..."

But halfway through his sentence, Roman realized what he was saying and frowned.

The others also looked thoughtful.

The reason why the dragon race has been able to run rampant and domineering on the Dawn Continent, with no one daring to provoke them, is not only because of their own powerful strength, but more importantly because they are protected by the Dragon God.

Any dragon can use the power of the dragon god to kill beings far stronger than itself.

However, Isaac did not use the power of the Dragon God at all during the battle just now.

Even when severely damaged and fleeing in disarray, it remains the same.

This is completely illogical!

The Grand Elder was the first to react, his face showing disbelief: "You mean... the Dragon God?"

Out of fear of this one and only god, the elder did not explain his meaning, but the elves present understood his meaning and stared in shock.

A startling yet perfectly logical guess quickly swept through everyone's mind.

Anton nodded: "I can't think of any other reasonable explanation."

He paused, then added, "And this is very likely not something that just happened recently."

The elves were all taken aback, but then quickly recalled that more than sixty years ago, the guardian dragons of various places suddenly left Dragon City and returned to Dragon Court.

At the time, everyone suspected that something terrible had happened to Longting, but no one knew the truth.

Looking back now...

"I see."

"No wonder..."

"This is a very serious matter..."

The group exchanged glances, unsure how to react.

If this guess is true, that would be incredible!

The entire continent of Dawn will be thrown into turmoil as a result!

"What we can guess, other forces can naturally guess as well."

Anton's words drew everyone's attention back to the present.

"The Dragon Court's next concern is how to deal with the probing of other forces. They probably won't have the mind to care about the Eldron Plains."

"What if Cresol Dragon City blocks today's news?" Elena asked instinctively.

But as soon as she said it, she realized she had asked a stupid question.

Whether it was the departure of the dragons guarding Dragon City back then, or Anton's severe injury and defeat of Isaac today, both events occurred in full view of everyone, and Kreisor Dragon City simply cannot be completely sealed off.

Not to mention the Meteor Dragon will also be there.

Even a fool could tell that the Meteor Dragon Society would definitely spread the news of today's events far and wide, and Kresol Dragon City wouldn't be able to seal it off even if it wanted to.

Irene gave an awkward smile and kept quiet, saying nothing more.

The other elves breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Dragon Court doesn't interfere, and it's just Kreisor Dragon City, they might be able to handle it.

It’s different in the past.

The Silvermoon Clan is no longer the weak force it once was.

Today's victory against the Shining Dragon is the best proof.

They would not be afraid even if war broke out with Cresol Dragon City.

The Grand Elder made a decisive decision, saying in a deep voice, "From today onwards, the clan will prepare for war with all its might, and be ready for a battle against Kreisor Dragon City!"

The elves responded enthusiastically and then left without stopping to attend to their own business.

Anton turned his head to look into the distance, his eyes flickering slightly.

Just in case, he would need to see Sieg again to ask the Dragon Meteor Society to help spread the news of the Dragon God's fall, ensuring that the Dragon Court would have no energy left to focus on the Eldron Plains.

If he can delay for a while, and wait until he refines the Condensation Pill and successfully condenses it into a Golden Core, and with the addition of the Great Evolution Azure Profound Array, he will have the confidence to be invincible.

Even if several legendary dragons attacked at the same time, he could ensure that they would not return.

In fact, according to the original history, it wasn't until the year 9946 of the Dawn Calendar that Grant Hayes, one of the five pillars of the Fallen Dragon Society and a legendary powerhouse later known as the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint, single-handedly killed a giant dragon, causing a sensation and revealing the weakness of the dragon race, thus leading to the later Dragon Slaying War.

Now, because of his butterfly effect, the Dragon Clan may be discovered to be real or fake even faster than in the original history.

The war to slay dragons might come hundreds of years earlier than expected.

Once the turmoil began, the Dragon Court completely disregarded him and the Silver Moon Clan.

But if history changes, he will also lose some of his prophetic advantages.

For a moment, Anton didn't know whether this was good or bad for him.

……

Just as Anton was lost in thought, the many scouts around Silvermoon Forest finally snapped out of their shock.

They all took the same action without prior arrangement.

That means immediately turning around and running towards their respective territories to report the news to their superiors as soon as possible.

Everyone knows that news of today's battle will definitely shake the entire Eldron Plains.