Elven cultivators

"They're changing locations so soon?"

"That's too fast, it's only been less than three days."

"Could it be the dragons' doing?"

Many people frowned.

They originally wanted to wait two more days to gather more teams before entering the space node.

This will greatly increase the chances of securing the spatial nodes.

Unexpectedly, the spatial node is about to change location so soon, completely disrupting their plans.

However, there is no other choice now.

Unless they are willing to give up this rare opportunity, they will have no choice but to enter the spatial node and confront the dragons head-on.

The only saving grace is that they have the legendary Valin on their side.

"Prepare to enter the spatial node."

Warin spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

This is a statement.

The group exchanged glances, and no one voiced any objection.

The teams present began their pre-battle preparations in perfect unison.

Anton turned to look at the elves behind him.

Roman had already taken the Thunderstrike Axe off his back, looking eager and impatient.

The three elders and Cedric remained silent, simply taking out the talismans one by one and activating them before taking various enhancement potions.

"Be careful," Anton whispered a word of advice.

The elves nodded solemnly.

Anton then withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the grayish-white mist.

In just four or five breaths, the mist began to churn like boiling water, with the frequency increasing rapidly.

Seeing this, the group decided not to delay any longer.

"Walk!"

Valin took the lead, his figure like a moving iron tower, striding into the crevice, his figure instantly swallowed by the darkness.

The other dwarves followed closely behind.

Then came Alvin's Emerald Court team.

Then came the other teams, one after another, stepping into the rift without hesitation.

"Let's go."

Anton remained expressionless and strode forward.

The elves followed closely behind him.

The moment I stepped into the crevice, my vision was suddenly swallowed by darkness.

A familiar, cold, weightless sensation surged in for a moment, but only for a fleeting instant before receding like the tide.

In a flash, Anton found himself in a wasteland covered with flesh and bones.

Beneath your feet are layers upon layers of broken bone fragments and dried flesh, piled up to form a thick layer of ground that is enough to make your scalp tingle at first glance.

What's even more unsettling are the thick, pulsating patterns on the ground, like blood vessels.

They are deeply embedded in flesh and bones, like giant pythons lurking underground, winding and twisting, stretching from the feet all the way to the horizon.

Stepping on it, you can clearly feel a faint vibration from the soles of your feet, as well as a strange warmth, as if you were stepping on the blood vessels of some kind of giant beast.

These blood vessels converge from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, eventually flowing to the very center of the wilderness.

There, a huge, fleshy, tumor-like sphere was suspended in mid-air, about tens of meters above the ground.

Its size is astonishing, with an estimated diameter of over 100 meters. Its surface is covered with vein-like patterns, and its interior shimmers with an eerie dark red light.

It is obvious that the fleshy, tumor-like sphere is the core of the spatial node.

Destroy it, and this node will collapse completely.

However, at this very moment, in front of that throbbing tumor, countless figures were entrenched on the barren wasteland of flesh and blood, protecting the core tightly.

Hundreds of dragons and pure-blooded dragonkin stared coldly at the uninvited guests before them, radiating an undisguised, intense killing intent.

Anton's divine sense spread out silently and quickly obtained precise figures.

There are a total of sixty-three giant dragons and two hundred and sixty-seven pure-blooded dragon descendants.

The vast majority of them are lower-ranking dragons, including Stoneheart Dragon, Mistridge Dragon, and Prism Dragon, among others.

The highest-ranking dragon has only five heads.

But what attracts the most attention is the majestic dragon coiled directly in front of the tumor.

It was over 150 meters long, making it larger than any of the dragons present.

The scales are bluish-green in color and covered with fine, water-like patterns, like the deepest blue waves in the deep sea.

Its horns are thicker than those of ordinary dragons, with forked tips like coral, extending from the side of its forehead to its shoulder blades.

It simply sat there quietly, and the oppressive feeling, as heavy as the deep sea, enveloped the entire desolate wasteland of flesh and blood, making people feel a dull ache in their chests and even making it difficult to breathe.

Azure Abyss Dragon.

One of the four royal families of the Dragon Clan.

The four elemental dragons, located at the top of the dragon pyramid, spend most of their time in Holy Dragon City and rarely appear in the outside world.

They do not need to guard dragon cities in various places, nor do they care to deal with lower races. They are the most mysterious and fearsome beings among the dragons.

Therefore, many of the people present were seeing the Azure Abyss Dragon for the first time.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the top of the food chain involuntarily shook them to their core.

Especially for the group of peak-level gold cultivators, the air suddenly felt thick and stagnant, and every breath required all their strength. Their bodies felt as if they were bound in place by invisible chains, and even raising their arms became difficult.

"snort!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out, like muffled thunder rolling across the wilderness.

With a cold snort, a fiery aura, like a volcanic eruption, shot into the sky, instantly dispersing the dragon's might that enveloped the surroundings.

The Golden Peak members, like drowning people rising from the bottom of the water, all breathed a long sigh of relief, revealing expressions of relief.

Their backs were soaked with cold sweat, and they felt as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

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

This is the power of the royal dragon.

The mere pressure alone was enough to render even the most powerful Gold Saints almost powerless.

Valin stood at the very front of the group, his eyes wide and round like copper bells as he glared at Biyuanlong, his voice booming like thunder: "Irad, put away your little tricks, if you have the guts, fight me fair and square!"

The Azure Dragon Irad looked down at Valin from his high vantage point, his vertical pupils revealing undisguised arrogance and contempt.

"Varin, after all these years, you still haven't changed your impatient temper."

His voice was deep and slow, like the undercurrents surging in the deep sea.

"You think you can defeat us with the few men you brought?"

"Since you insist on a direct confrontation, then so be it."

As he finished speaking, Irad slowly stood up.

His massive body stretched out from its crouching position, the scales rubbing together with a metallic clang.

The dragons and pure-blooded dragonkin surrounding him also assumed battle stances.

The dragon's wings spread, the dragonborn's weapon was drawn, and the light of the law flowed between the scales and the gaps in the armor.

The overwhelming momentum and dragon's might converged into a massive torrent, crushing towards the crowd as if it were a tangible force.

The air became as heavy as lead at that moment, and even the bone fragments on the ground trembled slightly under the pressure, emitting a soft grinding sound.

The expressions of everyone immediately became extremely solemn.

They have a total of fifteen teams, with about forty or fifty legends in total.

Compared to the dragons, the legendary warriors are clearly outnumbered.

Not to mention that dragons receive an additional boost in strength in the warp.

On the other hand, they were suppressed and their strength declined.

With this shift in power, the gap in combat strength between the two sides has become quite obvious.

Even realizing this, they did not back down.

Or rather, there is no way out.

The entrance to the space node has been closed.

The entrance will not reopen until the spatial node has completed its transfer.

In the time that followed, all they could do was fight the dragons to the death.

"Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after we've played!"

Valin gave a low shout.

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly sprang up like a crimson meteor, charging fiercely towards Bi Yuanlong.

The battle erupted in that instant.

Hundreds of figures simultaneously sprang up across the bloody wasteland, attacking each other.

The flames of magic, the radiance of the power of laws, the cold light of weapons striking down... all sorts of lights exploded in the dim space in an instant, illuminating the entire wilderness with an uncertain light and shadow, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Countless sounds and roars mingled together, like a pot of boiling oil, making people's eardrums ache.

Bone fragments flew everywhere in the shockwave, and the texture of flesh and blood trembled violently.

Anton remained motionless, but the sword pellet leaped from his chest, transforming into a dark golden sword light that slashed at an ice thorn dragon charging towards him.

At the same time, his peripheral vision quickly swept across the battlefield, taking in everyone's positions and the battle situation.

The Grand Elder was entangled in thorns as he fought a Stone Heart Dragon.

The Second Elder, the Third Elder, Cedric, and Roman each faced off against a pure-blooded dragon descendant at the peak of the Gold rank.

With the boosts from equipment, talismans, and potions, the four of them neutralized the effects of the subspace and firmly gained the upper hand.

Seeing this, Anton nodded secretly.

Needless to say, the Grand Elder and the remaining four teammates should be fine as long as they are not targeted by legendary dragons or besieged by pure-blooded dragonkin.

On other battlefields, Alvin faced off against a high-ranking dragon.

His opponent was no weakling, at least at the level of a seasoned legend, yet he held his own against him.

On the other side, Igner faced two lower-ranking dragons, fighting two against one and still managing to force his opponents into a retreat, displaying extraordinary ferocity.

"You lowly elf, how dare you be distracted while fighting me!"

Anton's subtle actions were quickly noticed by the Ice Spinosaurus he was fighting.

The latter roared angrily and suddenly opened its mouth to spew out a stream of azure dragon breath containing the power of the law of ice and cold, which swept towards Anton like a torrent.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into fine ice crystals, and even the flesh and blood texture on the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

However, Anton showed no intention of dodging at all, and an invisible layer of golden energy suddenly appeared on his body.

The icy blue dragon breath collided with Yuan Yi's true energy, like a torrent hitting a reef, instantly disintegrating into a sky full of icy mist that splashed out to both sides.

The icy mist fell to the ground, freezing large pieces of flesh and bone into ice blocks that made a crackling sound.

Anton, however, was completely unharmed; not even his robes were fluttering in the cold wind.

The Ice Spinosaurus's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and an expression of disbelief appeared in its eyes.

Its full-force dragon breath couldn't even break through the opponent's defenses.

"Yuan Yi Zhen Gang's defensive capabilities are quite good."

Anton nodded secretly.

This is the power of a defensive protective technique.

With the combined defense of Yuan Yi Zhen Gang and the Seven Star Binding Yang Robe, even a full-force attack from a newly promoted legend would have difficulty harming him.

This is because the Seven Stars Binding Yang Robe is merely a magical artifact.

If it were replaced with a protective mystic weapon, even a low-grade one, it's estimated that even the legendary Pillar Stone would have a hard time harming him.

Composing himself, Anton had a sudden thought.

hum!

The dark golden sword light hovering in front of him suddenly emitted a clear and melodious hum, the sword body trembled slightly, and then bloomed like a flower.

In the blink of an eye, one hundred and twenty-eight sword lights, like an inverted galaxy, covered the sky and shot towards the ice thorn dragon.

The sound of sword light tearing through the air was sharp and piercing, densely packed together, like a metallic elegy.

The Ice Spinosaurus's vertical pupils suddenly contracted into two thin lines.

It almost instinctively sensed a deadly threat and frantically activated the icy laws within its body, pushing its magic power to its limit.

Moisture in the air condenses at a visible speed, forming thick layers of ice crystal armor on its surface.

The ice armor was layered upon layered, like the fault lines of a glacier, each layer about a meter thick, exuding a chilling aura that penetrated to the bone.

However, the sharpness of the sword light far exceeded its expectations.

In a single exchange, the ice crystal armor shattered, turning into countless ice shards.

The sword light pierced through the curtain of ice shards, slicing across the massive body of the Ice Spinosaurus with incredible speed, like a fleeting shadow.

In an instant, the scales shattered and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The Ice Spinosaurus let out a mournful roar and hurriedly manipulated the power of the laws to create countless ice spikes that shot out in all directions in an attempt to block the sword light.

However, after being upgraded to a mid-grade Xuan weapon, the power of the sword pellet increased significantly.

The most noticeable change is that the single-target attack power and attack speed of the sword light have both increased significantly.

Before the dense torrent of sword light, those ice spikes were like pebbles thrown into a torrent, shattered into a sky full of ice mist without even making a splash.

The Ice Spinosaurus's struggles were in vain.

About five minutes later, a sword beam pierced through the head of the Ice Spinosaurus.

The sharp energy contained within the sword light suddenly erupted the moment it pierced through, like a blooming metallic flower, shredding the enormous dragon head from the inside out into a cloud of blood mist.

The Ice Spinosaurus's screams abruptly ceased.

The massive dragon body suddenly froze.

In the next instant, hundreds of sword lights surged in from all directions, engulfing it completely.

Chi Chi Chi!

The muffled thuds of flesh being cut were as dense as rain.

In the blink of an eye, the Ice Spinosaurus's massive body was completely transformed into a cloud of blood mist, which was then swept away by the sword light, leaving not even a single scale behind.

The battlefield seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Even as the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, countless eyes were involuntarily drawn to the scene.

As they watched the rapidly dissipating blood mist, everyone's faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

Less than fifteen minutes have passed since the battle began.

A dragon has already perished?

"Good heavens!"

Igna's eyes widened, and his beard trembled with excitement.

He had heard Grant say that Anton was very strong, but he never expected him to be this strong.

He slew a legendary dragon with the ease of chopping vegetables or watermelons.

Moreover, it was a giant dragon empowered by the power of the warp!

This skill level is definitely far beyond that of a newly crowned legend!

Valin swung his warhammer to force back the Azure Abyss Dragon in front of him, then glanced at Anton, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

In a corner of the battlefield, Byron had a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

That damn elf, how could it be so powerful?

Byron felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of how he had provoked the other party in front of him in the Burning Beacon Hall.

If Anton had turned hostile and attacked on the spot...

Byron's cheek twitched.

The dragons, who were fighting the allied forces, were also shocked and shaken by this scene.

"Who is that guy?"

"Those sword lights look so familiar... I remember now, it's the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint!"

"That damned elf who killed Isaac!"

"So it was him!"

The moment that name was uttered, numerous murderous gazes immediately focused on Anton.

If we're talking about the people the dragons hate the most right now, Anton would definitely be near the top of the list.

Second only to the Five Star Pillars of the Meteor Dragon Society.

If he hadn't killed Isaac and exposed the truth that the dragons had lost the protection of the dragon god, the allied forces would not have united so quickly to take action, let alone reached the Holy Dragon Mountains so soon.

They wouldn't be facing this predicament now!

This elf must die!

In that instant, the same thought flashed through the minds of all the dragons.