Elven cultivators

At this time, the Dragon Clan's legendary combat power was greater than that of the Allied Forces.

In many smaller battles, the legendary warriors of the allied forces were fighting against two or even three opponents at once, and were overwhelmed and unable to breathe.

Upon discovering Anton's identity, the three giant dragons immediately abandoned their respective opponents and tacitly pounced on Anton.

The leading dragon had dark red scales with molten gold flowing between them; it was clearly a Shining Ember Dragon.

Its aura was powerful and intense, far surpassing Isaac's at the time, clearly indicating it was a veteran legendary figure.

The two lower-ranking dragons that followed were a Stoneheart Dragon and a Prism Dragon.

They also possess the combat power of a pillar of legend.

Three against one.

"Oh no!"

Igna tried to break away to provide support, but was held back by his opponent.

Alvin frowned, equally unable to extricate himself.

The other legendary experts also frowned and felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this.

With someone finally able to boost morale, if Anton were to perish under the siege, the blow to their own morale would be immense.

However, facing the three menacing dragons charging at him, Anton remained calm and fearlessly wielded his sword to meet them head-on.

Shi Xinlong charged the fastest.

It reached out with its claws and grabbed forward, instantly turning the ground upside down. Countless huge rock spikes burst out from the ground, like inverted swords, forming a towering wave of rock that crushed towards Anton.

With a casual wave of his hand, Anton silently unfurled a curtain of dark water around him, like the falling of night.

As the water curtain rolled forward, the torrent of rock spikes crashed into it, only to be swallowed whole by the dark swamp without even a splash, like a mud ox entering the sea.

The water curtain continued its relentless advance, sweeping towards Shi Xinlong.

The Prism Dragon attacked from the side, its crystal clusters suddenly lighting up, and countless dark blue rays shot towards Anton like a torrential rain.

Anton's body shone brightly with the primordial energy of the True Qi. The rays struck the Qi, creating ripples, but could not penetrate it.

A hazy yellow aura shot out from above his head, transforming into a giant hand that supported the sky and slammed down fiercely towards the Prism Dragon!

Bang!

The Prism Dragon had no time to dodge and was slammed to the ground, sending up a shower of blood, flesh, and bone fragments.

At the same time, Anton flicked his finger, and a wisp of flame with six-colored halos shot out, growing larger as it faced the wind, and in an instant it transformed into a raging wave of flames, which collided fiercely with the dragon breath spewed out by the Radiant Dragon, and both were annihilated and dissipated.

In the short span of a breath, Anton made three moves, using three different supernatural abilities, either suppressing or resisting, completely dispelling the three-headed dragon's siege.

The 128 sword lights did not stop.

They attacked the three-headed dragon from all directions, their sword light weaving into an impenetrable net of death that enveloped the dragon.

For a time, facing the combined attack of the three legendary dragons, Anton was surprisingly at ease and did not fall behind.

The onlookers were stunned.

"This, this..."

"What kind of law is that? The power of water? The power of earth? Or the power of fire?"

"It doesn't even look like it; the forms of this law power are far too varied..."

Igna stared, his eyes wide, his hands moving a beat slower than usual.

Fortunately, the dragon he was fighting was also distracted by the scene before him and failed to seize the opportunity, otherwise he might have suffered a small loss.

Alvin was equally surprised.

He had witnessed Anton killing the Dragon Soul and had overestimated the latter's strength as much as possible, but he never expected that Anton's true combat power was even stronger than he had anticipated.

How many cards does Anton still have up his sleeve?

Ignoring the reactions of those around him, Anton was completely absorbed in the battle.

Under the control of his divine sense, the sword light poured down on the three-headed dragon from all directions.

Under his divine sense, every trajectory of the sword light as it traveled through the void was clearly reflected in his mind.

He could clearly realize that his control over the sword light was gradually becoming more agile and swift.

This was not only due to the benefits brought by the sword pellet's advancement to a mid-grade Xuan weapon, but also because his accumulated swordsmanship insights over the years had been further refined in real life-and-death battles.

Shi Xinlong's rock spikes pierced from the ground. He didn't need to consciously control them; the sword light deflected its trajectory on its own, passing through the gaps in the rock spikes and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on the dragon's forelimb.

The Ember Dragon's breath came from the side, but the sword light also moved on its own, barely avoiding the trajectory of the breath, and struck the Ember Dragon's side from a tricky angle.

The sword light became more agile and unpredictable, coordinating perfectly with each other like a precise sword formation.

Anton was immersed in this feeling, and an indescribable sense of joy welled up in his heart.

He felt that the threshold that had bound him for so long was loosening.

The cultivation of separating and reuniting light becomes increasingly difficult as you progress.

He struggled for a long time to go from one hundred and twenty-eight to one hundred and fifty-six.

It's as if there's a thin sheet of paper between us, but we can't seem to break through it no matter what we do.

At this moment, that thin layer of paper is being torn apart bit by bit.

An epiphany surged within Anton.

He needs pressure.

Greater pressure.

In a flash, Anton made a decision that surprised everyone.

Besides maintaining the Yuan Yi True Qi, he dispersed the Bei Ming True Water and the Six Ding Divine Fire, and no longer used the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand.

He faced his enemy with only 128 sword beams.

Suddenly, Anton felt immense pressure.

Those watching the battle quickly noticed something amiss and were all taken aback.

What is Anton planning to do?

The three-headed dragon quickly noticed Anton's actions, but instead of being pleased, it flew into a rage.

Those damned elves... how dare they look down on them like that!

Enraged, the three-headed dragon intensified its attacks, frantically channeling the power of the laws, determined to crush the arrogant elf!

However, Anton's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly.

The sword light swirled rapidly around him, weaving into an impenetrable golden net of light.

The rock spikes collided with the net of light, like rotten wood hitting a sharp blade, shattering layer by layer.

The rays struck the light grid, were cut into countless tiny specks, and scattered and disappeared.

The dragon's breath impacted the light net, which evaporated completely in the intense sword light.

The sword light moved faster and faster, becoming increasingly fluid.

Finally, in a single moment...

All the sword lights suddenly trembled.

As if something had been broken, the shackles binding the sword light shattered at that moment.

hum!

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the desolate wasteland.

The voice, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul, sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present.

One hundred and twenty-eight sword lights simultaneously and suddenly split apart in that instant.

In an instant, the golden light above the battlefield doubled.

Two hundred and fifty-six!

The sudden turn of events surprised both sides.

Looking at the two hundred and fifty-six brilliant golden sword lights in the sky above the battlefield, an unbelievable thought arose in their minds.

Is this... a breakthrough in the face of battle?

The three giant dragons besieging Andong were momentarily stunned.

This was the first time they had encountered an opponent who had broken through in battle.

What kind of outrageous thing is this?

But they quickly forgot about that!

The sword light struck again!

Two hundred and fifty-six beams of black gold sword light tore through the void like lightning, crashing down on the nearest prismatic dragon.

Prism Dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.

It tried to dodge, but there were too many sword lights.

Two hundred and fifty-six sword lights attacked from all directions at the same time, sealing off all his space to dodge.

Chi Chi Chi!

Just one glance.

The Prism Dragon's massive body was shredded by the sword light, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist churned in the void, but before it could spread, it was completely swallowed up by the sword light.

Seeing this, the pupils of all the onlookers around them shrank.

Sold out instantly!

A legendary dragon was killed just like that!

Only at this moment did they truly realize that Anton had indeed broken through in the face of battle.

The remaining two dragons no longer looked at Anton with anger and arrogance, but with only horror and fear.

Anton let out a long breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief and a surge of emotion.

A bottleneck that had persisted for over a decade was broken in a single day.

Two hundred and fifty-six sword lights swirled and danced around him, emitting bursts of buzzing sounds, as if echoing the joy in his heart.

Anton raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the remaining two giant dragons.

Both the Shining Dragon and the Stoneheart Dragon shuddered simultaneously, a flash of instinctive fear crossing their vertical pupils.

In the next instant, two hundred and fifty-six sword lights moved simultaneously.

A torrent of dark golden light swept towards them.

Previously, even when the three dragons joined forces, they could only share the spoils with Anton.

Now that Anton has broken through in the midst of battle, he has lost another dragon, and the remaining two dragons are no match for him.

Faced with the torrent of 256 sword lights, the two giant dragons only lasted for a little over ten minutes before being shredded by the sword light.

Two plumes of blood mist exploded in the void, only to be completely swallowed up by the sword light.

Anton took out a few pills and put them in his mouth.

The medicine dissolved in his stomach, and a warm current flowed to his limbs and bones, quickly restoring his depleted magical power.

He then raised his eyes and swept across the battlefield, his gaze landing on the dragons that were fighting the allied forces.

Without hesitation, the sword light flashed out once more.

Two hundred and fifty-six sword lights swept across the sky, like a golden locust plague. Wherever they passed, the giant dragons roared mournfully, and they perished one after another after only a moment.

Almost every few moments, a dragon's blood mist would explode in the void.

In a short time, including the four dragons that had died at his hands before, thirteen dragons had perished under Anton's sword.

The gap in the number of legendary combatants between the two sides is narrowing at an astonishing rate.

On the battlefield, the legendary warriors of the allied forces, who had been fighting two against one and struggling to survive, all felt a sudden reduction in pressure.

They can finally catch their breath and even begin to counterattack.

The remaining dragons were terrified.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

They never imagined that one day this kind of thing would happen to them.