Elven cultivators

Realizing that Anton wanted him to stay, Iraq laughed in anger.

He had never seen such an arrogant elf.

"An overconfident fool."

"You think you have the right to say such things to me just because you blocked one of my attacks?"

The surging water elemental energy around Irad surged like a raging torrent, revealing the intensity of his anger at that moment.

"An ant as arrogant as you, I could crush you with one hand."

Anton ignored his threat and instead turned his head slightly to look at Walin, who was not far away.

"Lord Valin, how about we join forces?"

Valin gave Anton a deep look, then agreed.

"it is good."

He didn't really believe that having Anton in the fight would kill Iraq.

But he appreciated Anton's attitude.

Those who are hesitant and timid will never amount to anything.

A true strong person should have this fearless and adversarial mindset.

Even if they ultimately lose, at least they threw a punch.

Seeing the two of them reach an agreement to join forces as if no one else was around, Irad calmed down, but his vertical pupils became even colder.

He has made his decision.

Even if it means getting injured, I'll kill this damned elf before I leave.

The battle erupted in the next instant.

Anton's figure transformed into a streak of light, carrying countless black gold sword lights as he charged towards Irad.

Since advancing to the Golden Core stage, he has rarely used sword escape techniques.

Most of the time, he only needed the speed and sharpness of the sword light itself to overwhelm his enemies, forcing them to dodge and struggle to defend themselves.

Occasional counterattacks were easily blocked by Yuan Yi Zhen Gang.

He can focus more on offense and doesn't need to be distracted by dodging.

But the situation is different when facing an opponent who is stronger than oneself.

Irad's attack range was too wide, and the area covered by the power of the law was terrifying.

Simply hovering in place to control the sword light makes it easy for the opponent to lock onto it with elemental power.

Using sword techniques to evade enemy attacks is especially important at this moment.

The dark golden sword light drew fine trails across the desolate wasteland, so fast that they were almost invisible.

Anton darted and leaped among the sword lights, like a silver fish swimming in a golden torrent, his location shifting unpredictably each time he appeared, making him difficult for his enemies to catch.

Ilad's claws and water curtains attacked from all directions, but they always just missed Anton by a hair's breadth, completely missing their mark.

At other times, Irad could mobilize the power of laws to block Anton's escape space.

However, at this time, he was using most of his energy to fight against Valin and had no spare energy to launch any more blockade attacks.

Valin launched a frontal assault, his warhammer carrying a torrent of lava, repeatedly slamming into Ilad's head and chest.

Bi Yuanlong had to be distracted by his old rival's attacks, which gave Anton more room to maneuver.

Three figures clashed fiercely in the sky above the desolate wasteland.

A deep blue water curtain, blazing lava, and the light of a black gold sword—three completely different forces intertwined and collided, turning an area of ​​several thousand meters in radius into a forbidden zone where energy raged wildly.

The flesh and bone fragments on the ground were lifted layer by layer, then crushed into dust by the aftershocks, with debris mixed with dust filling the air.

From a distance, it looked like the end of the world.

The allied warriors watched intently, their faces involuntarily showing expressions of amazement.

"So strong!"

Igna's eyes widened, and he murmured softly.

Honestly, if he were in Anton's situation, he probably wouldn't have lasted long before being seriously injured and forced to leave the field, or even dying.

But Anton seemed to be handling it with ease.

With this kind of strength, among the five pillars, only Grant and Rexxar could probably rival him.

Alvin gazed at the flickering golden light in the center of the battlefield and couldn't help but sigh, "If Anton survives today's battle, he will definitely become famous throughout the entire Dawn Continent."

The elves standing behind him all nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Before the Dragon Slaying War, the Saints rarely made a move. No matter how fiercely the various races fought, they maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding and at most only sent out peak legends.

Therefore, the most well-known top experts on the mainland are actually a group of legendary figures at the pinnacle.

Anton's ability to confront Ilad head-on, or even team up with Warin, would be enough to boost his reputation if word got out.

Time passed amidst the fierce battle.

Iraq's anxiety was also building up.

He realized that he had underestimated Anton.

This guy is not only incredibly fast, but also extremely resilient.

Several times, his attacks broke through the golden aura and landed squarely on Anton, tearing his skin and causing blood to splatter.

Before he could feel any joy, the other person's injuries were completely healed in an instant.

"Damn elves..."

A sinister glint flashed in Irad's vertical pupils.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

In a direct confrontation, Irad's dragon claw landed squarely on Anton's body.

The azure light emanating from the claw tip instantly tore through the layer of golden aura, and the remaining force slammed solidly into Anton's chest, sending him flying. He tumbled several times in the void before barely managing to regain his footing.

This blow seriously injured him.

At the same time, Valin seized the opportunity when Ilad was distracted and launched a fierce attack, slamming his warhammer hard into Ilad's shoulder.

In an instant, the scales shattered, and blood splattered.

Irad winced in pain, but his gaze remained fixed on Anton, a hint of joy appearing in his vertical pupils.

This time, Anton, who was sent flying, did not recover from his injuries immediately.

"So, we can no longer use that method?"

That's true. It would be too absurd if such a method of instantly healing injuries were used without any cost.

Ilad felt a sense of relief and was about to continue his attack, intending to take this opportunity to crush that damned elf into mincemeat.

But before he could force Warin to retreat, Anton had already taken new action.

The Heaven-Turning Seal flew out from his sleeve, rapidly expanding in mid-air before pressing down on Irad.

At the same instant, a hazy yellow aura shot up from above his head, transforming into a giant hand that reached out from another direction and grabbed at Irad.

The Northern Darkness True Water spread out silently, sweeping out from the side.

The three attacks landed almost simultaneously, almost in sequence.

Anton actually still had some magic power left, but he didn't intend to delay any longer.

Otherwise, once their magic power is exhausted, the chances of killing Irad will be very slim.

A swift and decisive victory!

boom!

The Heaven-Turning Seal and the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand slammed into Ilad's back almost simultaneously, the two immense forces causing his massive dragon body to crash to the ground like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

Following closely behind, the Northern Darkness True Water coiled upwards, the dark waters acting like invisible shackles, causing his movements to suddenly slow down.

The combined force of the three attacks finally managed to temporarily suppress this legendary royal dragon to its current position.

This was the moment Anton had been waiting for.

He raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The two hundred and fifty-six sword lights that were swirling and flying in the void paused at the same time, 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.

A sharp, chilling aura that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present spread out in that instant.

The true form of the sword pellet!

The sword light was no longer dark gold, but rather a clear, almost transparent light, like a piece of solidified starlight frozen in the void, with faint starlight flowing around its edges, beautiful yet deadly.

It simply hovered there quietly, yet it made all of Irad's scales stand on end.

His instincts, deep within his blood, were frantically warning him.

Irad frantically activated the power of the laws, and azure water light gushed out from the gaps in the scales, transforming into an overwhelming force that instantly repelled the Heaven-Turning Seal, shattered the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand, and broke free from the entanglement of the Northern Darkness True Water.

He regained his mobility in an instant.

But in that brief moment of delay, the sword light, clear as starlight, had already silently swept in front of them, so fast that it seemed to have transcended the limitations of space.

Ilad only had time to turn his body slightly to avoid a fatal blow to his head, but the sword light pierced through his right chest.

Whether it was scales that were much harder than adamantite or the protection of water elemental power, they were as fragile as paper in the face of this attack.

Hot dragon blood gushed from the wound, scattering a dark red stain in the air.

Ilad roared fiercely, his massive body staggering backward.

Valin, a seasoned veteran, keenly seized this rare opportunity and unhesitatingly unleashed his full power.

The next moment, the warhammer, carrying a devastating torrent of lava, slammed into the side of Irad's head, sending his massive dragon body flying backward.

Anton's sudden and explosive attack instantly changed the previously stalemate.

Severely injured, Ilad was forced to retreat under the fierce attacks of the two men and could no longer cope with them as calmly as before.

The allied powerhouses watching from the sidelines were stunned.

"What kind of move is that?"

"What terrifying power..."

"Anton actually had this as a trump card up his sleeve?"

Everyone was astonished.

They thought that the methods Anton had just displayed were the limit.

Unexpectedly, the other party had such a deadly move hidden.

Even someone as powerful as Bi Yuanlong couldn't completely block that sword light just now.

If it were them, they probably wouldn't even have time to react before they died.

Above the battlefield, after unleashing the true form of the sword pellet three times in a row, Anton's magical power was finally on the verge of exhaustion.

He stopped taking the initiative and began to play it safe, only providing support from a distance with the light of his sword.

But it's okay.

The outcome is decided.

Irad was seriously injured.

In contrast, Valin grew stronger with each battle. Every swing of his warhammer left new wounds on Ilad's body.

"it's over."

Valin let out a low growl, his hands gripping the warhammer tightened sharply, and the runes on the hammer burst forth with a blinding light in that instant.

It was as if all the fire and heat were compressed into the small space of the hammerhead in an instant, burning into a white that was too bright to look at.

The next instant, he was enveloped in blazing lava flames, crashing down from the sky like a meteor.

The hammer struck Irad squarely on the top of his head.

Incandescent light exploded from the hammerhead, like a small sun blooming on the head of the Azure Dragon, directly penetrating deep into Irad's skull.

In that instant, the head of the Azure Abyss Dragon became translucent, like a piece of glass ignited by internal flames, and the outline of its bones could be seen twisting and shattering in the light.

The royal dragon opened its mouth wide, letting out a final roar filled with resentment, before crashing to its side, causing the ground to tremble violently.

Blood seeped from beneath him, staining a large area of ​​the ground dark red.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence at that moment.

Everyone stared blankly at the enormous creature lying on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.