Elven cultivators

A moment of deathly silence fell over the battlefield.

Countless gazes were cast toward the figure in the air, some in astonishment, some in bewilderment, and some in disbelief.

The first to react were the elves of the Silvermoon Clan.

"Anton!"

Roman blurted out with delight, a genuine smile of joy spreading across his face.

Eleanor's face also revealed an uncontrollable joy. The fatigue and heaviness that had accumulated in her heart due to the days of fierce fighting receded like a tide at this moment, and were replaced by an indescribable sense of peace.

The three elders, Cedric, Darion, Elena... all the elves of the Silvermoon Clan wore relieved smiles at this moment.

It was as if all the problems would be solved as soon as that figure appeared.

Zieg forced his opponent back with a single sword strike, withdrew from the battle, and looked up at Anton in the air, his heart skipping a beat.

He clearly remembered that Elder Leonard had once said that Anton was in seclusion, undergoing a breakthrough.

And now he has appeared on the battlefield.

What this means is self-evident.

In stark contrast to the reactions of the elves and the meteor dragons, those of Dragon City were the most vocal.

Aurelion looked up at the figure in the air, the color draining from his face at a visible speed.

The situation he least wanted to see eventually happened.

Anton arrived on the battlefield even earlier than the city lord.

For them, this was undoubtedly the worst news.

Without hesitation, Orion reached out and grabbed the necklace around his neck.

It was inlaid with a teardrop-shaped gemstone.

The gemstone is a deep sea blue color, and there seems to be a tide surging inside, with each pulse emitting an extremely rich water element fluctuation.

This is the trump card that the city lord gave him, specifically to deal with Anton.

The gem can summon a water elemental spirit from the water elemental plane for a brief visit.

Its power is almost at the legendary level, and because it is an elemental creature, it is nearly immune to physical attacks, making it the best counter to Anton's sharp and unparalleled sword light.

Using the spirit of the water element to deal with Anton is the most suitable approach.

Under Orion's control, the water elemental power seized the moment when the elves were stunned and broke through, roaring as it rushed toward Anton.

Its body expanded rapidly during the charge, transforming into a terrifying giant twenty or thirty meters tall, carrying immense water force, and crushing towards Anton like a moving waterfall.

By the time Eleanor and the others came to their senses, it was too late to stop them.

Anton looked at the water elemental spirit that was charging towards him with great momentum and a sneer appeared on his face.

Should we use the spirit of the water element to deal with him?

All I can say is that Longcheng really made a good plan.

Before his breakthrough, he might have had to put in some effort to deal with the water elemental spirit.

But now...

With a slight thought, a mysterious curtain of water silently spread out around him, like a curtain falling from the sky, vast and boundless.

The water curtain didn't look turbulent; it even had a tranquil feel to it, yet it gave people the illusion of being bottomless, like a deep lake that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

It's as if the vastness of the entire ocean has been condensed into this one water curtain.

If you stare at it for too long, it feels as if your soul is being sucked in and sinking into that lightless abyss.

After a brief pause, the water curtain suddenly surged forward, like a gigantic maw that swept across the sky, attacking the spirit of the water element.

The water elemental instinctively sensed the danger. It let out a sharp roar, and its water-forged body churned violently, attempting to turn and dodge.

However, the water curtain spread much faster than it had imagined, swallowing its enormous body in the blink of an eye.

There was no struggle, no sound.

The water elemental spirit that had baffled the elves and was considered the last resort by the governors vanished silently into the deep darkness, leaving not even a trace of mist behind.

The mysterious water curtain rolled back and returned to Anton's side, regaining its tranquil and profound appearance, as if nothing had happened.

As he sensed the slowly growing Northern Darkness True Water, a satisfied smile flashed in Anton's eyes.

Kreisor Dragon City really gave him a great gift.

A water elemental spirit approaching legendary rank, containing extremely rich primordial water elemental energy.

Once completely absorbed and assimilated, it would be enough to make the current Beiming True Water several times stronger, saving him countless cultivation efforts.

On the ridge, Grant and Alicia were both deeply moved.

"The power of water element? No, it doesn't seem like it."

Grant stared intently at the mysterious water curtain surrounding Anton, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had fought the Dragon Court Azure Abyss Dragon at least seventy or eighty times, and was extremely familiar with the power of the water element.

The water curtain that Anton just created did indeed have some resemblance to the power of water elements, but it wasn't exactly the same.

If I had to put it into words, it wasn't quite pure; it subtly carried a meaning that even he couldn't see through.

Alicia also wore a thoughtful expression.

She had never seen a similar power before.

On the battlefield, everyone was dumbfounded.

A water elemental spirit that was close to legendary rank is gone just like that?

Just as the Water Elemental was swallowed by the Northern Dark Water, the teardrop-shaped gem on Orion's neck shattered with a crack.

A bone-chilling cold suddenly shot up his spine and spread to his limbs and bones.

The moment Orion saw Anton appear, an unbelievable thought subtly surfaced in his mind, though he still clung to a sliver of hope.

But now, even that last glimmer of hope has been cruelly crushed.

legend!

The Anton before them had clearly advanced to the legendary rank.

Back when Anton was at the peak of his career, he was able to stand up to the city lord head-on.

Now that his laws have manifested and he has stepped into the legendary realm, how much stronger will his power become?

Orion dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

All he knew was that Dragon City had completely lost this battle.

They lost completely, with no chance of a comeback.

The other officials were equally ashen-faced, their vertical pupils filled with despair and terror.

The fear of death was like an invisible hand, gripping their hearts tightly and making them feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

However desperate as it may be, the instinct for survival prevailed at that moment.

The four governors exchanged glances, reached a tacit understanding almost instantly, and simultaneously ran off in different directions.

They frantically channeled their magic, daring not to hold back in the slightest, their figures transforming into streaks of light as they sped away into the distance, running at their fastest speed ever.

However, even faster than them was the light of the sword.

The moment they heard the whooshing sound, the four governors sensed a sharp intent coming from behind them, as if the fingertips of death were gently brushing against the back of their necks.

Before they could react, they were shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the incomparably sharp sword light.

Before the blood mist could dissipate, it was instantly devoured and absorbed by the spirit-devouring power contained in the sword light, turning into nourishment for the sword pellet.

The four sword lights then flickered and suddenly split into sixty-four, rushing in all directions like an impenetrable net of death, enveloping all the dragonborn on the battlefield.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sword light shimmered like a tapestry, weaving through the dense array of dragonborn.

One by one, the dragonborn were shredded into crimson blood mist by the sword light without any resistance, and then mercilessly devoured and absorbed.

The sound of the blood mist bursting forth was muffled and dense, like a silent downpour falling on parched earth.

After more than ten breaths, when the last sword light returned to Anton's side and all the sword lights merged back into one, there was no longer a single Dragonborn standing on the battlefield.

The four governors, hundreds of pure-blooded dragonborn officers, and thousands of dragonborn soldiers were all wiped out, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The elves and members of the Meteor Dragon Society stared blankly at the scene, unable to recover for a long time.

So many dragon descendants, just like that... gone?

From the moment Anton made his move until the end of the battle, it took only a dozen breaths, and at least five or six thousand Dragonborn were wiped out.

Such terrifying power is simply unheard of!

Is this the power of the legendary swordsman?

On the ridge, Grant's eyes lit up.

He was also a master swordsman, proficient in various schools of swordsmanship and techniques.

But he had never seen Anton's swordsmanship before.

It's not simply about speed, nor is it simply about sharpness.

Rather, it is a swordsmanship that perfectly blends speed, sharpness, agility, and some deeper level of power.

Each sword light seemed to have its own independent consciousness, cooperating perfectly with each other, advancing and retreating with measured steps, cutting, strangling, and devouring the enemy in one fell swoop.

The flowing lines are pleasing to the eye.

"Excellent swordsmanship."

Grant murmured his praise, his eyes full of admiration.

Just for witnessing such sharp and unique swordsmanship, he felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Anton's gaze swept across the battlefield, landing on the vassal soldiers who were frozen in fear. He did not continue to attack, but instead spoke loudly, his voice clearly echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

"Surrender and you will not be killed."

The vassal soldiers had long been terrified by Anton's ruthless methods and had completely lost all will to resist. Upon hearing this, they felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they all dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

The clanging sound of metal colliding immediately rose and fell, creating a continuous cacophony.

Seeing this, Anton then withdrew the sword pellet.

Unlike the dragonborn, who can be used as nourishment for sword pellets, killing these vassal armies would not yield any benefit; they would be better used as slaves.

Whether it's mining veins in dark regions or other manual labor, a large number of people are needed.

These vassal soldiers came in handy.

Anton descended slowly from the sky, his robes billowing slightly in the wind.

"Anton, you're finally back!" Roman rushed over first, his face filled with barely suppressed curiosity. "What was that just now? Was it some kind of supernatural power?"

Eleanor, who was following behind, also showed curiosity upon hearing this.

She remembered Anton saying that once she broke through to the Golden Core stage, she could begin cultivating supernatural powers.

Could that mysterious water curtain we just saw be it?

I guess so.

Anton smiled, offered no further explanation, and turned to look at the three elders who were approaching.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's alright." The elder's face showed undisguised joy and relief. "It's good that you've broken through."

The Second Elder and the Third Elder also had joy on their faces.

From this day forward, their clan has finally produced a new legendary powerhouse.

Zieg walked over at that moment, followed by Summers, Scott, and others.

He congratulated Anton, saying, "Congratulations on your promotion to Legend."

"Thank you." Anton nodded slightly to Zig and the others. "Thank you for your help during this time."

"It's just a matter of everyone getting what they need." Zieg shook his head and laughed. "Besides, you're also a member of the Meteor Dragon Society, so helping your own people is only natural."

Anton smiled faintly, then changed the subject: "I'll leave this to you. I'm going to Dragon City now."

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

All eyes fell on Anton, their expressions varied.

The Grand Elder remained silent for a moment, then said solemnly, "Be careful."

Anton smiled slightly: "I will."

The moment he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky, hurtling towards the north.