Elven cultivators

Anton didn't have a good solution for this situation either.

All he could do was wait in place, just like William and the others.

During this time, Anton chatted briefly with the sea creature team.

The opposing captain was one of two Seren mermaids named Deborah, from the coral islands in the northern seas.

The latter is also a large sea-based force, belonging to the Tide Temple.

Among the five top powers, the Tide Temple is the most low-key.

Many people inland have little knowledge of the Tide Temple and the Sea Clan.

For example, the number of sea creatures is very small in the Eldron Plains.

Most of them are marine species that live in shallow sea areas, while deep-sea species are extremely rare.

Therefore, upon hearing that Deborah and the others came from the Temple of Tides, Roman immediately started asking questions like a curious child.

Out of respect for Anton, Deborah answered patiently.

Anton would occasionally chime in with a few words.

Although he didn't say much, he always hit the nail on the head.

Deborah was secretly astonished by the knowledge Deborah revealed in his words about the Tide Temple and the sea creatures.

If it weren't for the rumor that this Meteor Dragon Sword Saint was not even two hundred years old this year and rarely left the Eldron Plains, she would have suspected that he had lived in the Whirlpool Islands for decades or even centuries.

And so, time slipped away quietly.

Another three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The grayish-white mist still pulsates slowly at the edge of the field, expanding and contracting with a steady rhythm.

However, no new teams appeared in the three days.

William's face grew uglier with each passing day.

Deborah's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Even Hydra, who is usually very talkative, was unusually quiet.

On the eighth day, the grayish-white mist suddenly expanded rapidly, with the fog at the edges churning and boiling.

It is obvious that the spatial node is about to change position.

Seeing this, both William and Deborah looked rather grim.

We finally found a spatial node, but had to give up due to a lack of manpower, which was really frustrating.

There was nothing they could do; their three teams combined only had five legendary combatants.

The key issue is that there isn't a single top-tier legendary fighter.

This lineup has absolutely no chance of destroying the spatial node.

If they could gather a dozen or so teams, and have a top-tier legendary expert as their leader, they might dare to take a gamble.

Given the current situation... there is only one option.

"We have no choice but to give up."

William managed to utter those words with difficulty.

His teammates behind him all wore expressions of resentment and helplessness.

Deborah sighed and said, "It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it now."

Roman and the Grand Elder exchanged a glance upon hearing this, but did not immediately express their opinion. Instead, they turned their gaze to Anton.

Anton didn't hesitate for long and quickly stood up.

"Let's go in."

William and Deborah were both stunned, thinking they had misheard.

William instinctively asked, "Your Excellency Anton, do you mean... only the three of us will enter the spatial node?"

Anton shook his head: "Our team is definitely going in. You guys do as you please."

Upon hearing this, both teams fell silent, each displaying an expression that seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?"

If it's just your team... three elves attacking a spatial node, what's the difference between that and suicide?

Although Anton had a record of fighting against legendary dragons at their peak and holding his own, that was when he was teaming up with Valin.

He alone could never be a match for the royal dragon.

Among the dragons guarding the spatial nodes, there must be royal dragons of the pinnacle of legend.

Not to mention the dozens of other legendary dragons and hundreds of pure-blooded dragonkin.

Is Anton planning to challenge such a lineup with only two members of his own clan?

This is no longer a matter of courage.

William and Deborah simply couldn't understand what Anton was thinking.

The two exchanged a glance, their lips moved slightly, but they ultimately remained silent.

They and Anton were merely strangers who had met by chance, and there was no real connection between them. Since the other party had already made his decision, the two outsiders had no right to dissuade him.

Seeing the changes in their expressions, Anton didn't offer any further explanation.

Back when he first entered the subspace, he would have chosen a safer approach in this situation and given up on entering the spatial node.

But times have changed.

He has broken through the shell barrier, his strength has skyrocketed, and he even has the incredibly powerful trump card of the Jia Shen Divine General. It is not impossible for him to solo the space node.

The reason for waiting these past few days is simply out of caution, thinking of gathering more manpower to reduce risks.

But now that no team has arrived, I have no choice but to go it alone.

Having finally found a spatial node, he was unwilling to let it slip away.

Even if he ultimately fails to capture the spatial node, with his current strength, he is more than capable of leading the Grand Elder and Roman to hold out until the spatial node changes position.

Although Roman and the Grand Elder were unaware of Anton's trump card, out of trust in their family patriarch, they did not say much, but silently followed behind Anton, entering the spatial node with firm steps.

Watching the three figures disappear into the mist and vanish into the gray-white fog, William and Deborah looked at each other, at a loss for words.

This Meteor Dragon Sword Saint doesn't seem like someone who doesn't know his own limitations.

Since he decided to enter the spatial node, he must have some kind of confidence.

However, no matter how much they thought about it, they still couldn't figure out what trump card Anton might have that could make up for the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

After a long pause, William finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "This Fallen Dragon Sword Saint... is far too impulsive."

He had seen crazy people, but he had never seen anything this crazy.

Two legendary warriors, plus a peak-level gold-ranked warrior, wanted to force their way into a space node guarded by a royal dragon.

The phrase "like a moth drawn to a flame" doesn't even begin to describe it.

It's a pity that such a promising new star is about to be buried here.

William sighed inwardly.

Deborah remained silent for a long time before finally saying only, "I hope he can hold on until the space node reopens."

However, everyone present knew very well that this was simply impossible.

As more and more space nodes are destroyed, the time interval between the relocation of space nodes also becomes longer and longer.

This means that it will be more difficult to maintain the space node entrance until it reopens.

With only three elves, Anton, they couldn't imagine any possibility that the other side could have survived.

Just then, the gray-white mist in front of them suddenly collapsed and dissipated at an astonishing speed, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.

The spatial nodes have changed positions.

William withdrew his gaze, turned to look at his teammates behind him, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Let's go, there's no point in staying any longer."

He took out the detached scroll from his waist, tore open the seal, and a pale blue light poured out from the scroll, enveloping his entire body.

"Go back and rest for a few days, then come back and try your luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished in the blue light.

His teammates followed suit and left one after another.

One after another, blue lights flashed across the wasteland, only to vanish in an instant, leaving behind an empty ground.

The sea creature team subsequently chose to leave.

Just before activating the detachment scroll, Deborah glanced at the original location of the spatial node, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

When news of the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint's demise reaches the Dark Annihilation Fortress, it's anyone's guess what kind of uproar it will cause.

The fact that a legendary swordsman who had just risen to fame was lost in the warp would likely shake the entire continent.

……

Inside the spatial node.

On the wasteland paved with flesh and bones, the node core, like a giant heart, hangs in mid-air and beats slowly.

A dark red light seeped from the depths of the core, enveloping the entire wasteland of flesh and blood in a crimson glow.

Gareth was positioned in front of the node core, his massive body resembling a solidified mountain.

The thick, slate-like scales are layered upon each other, alternating between gray and brown, with a dark keratin layer condensed at the edges, giving it an indestructible texture.

Its limbs are as thick as stone pillars, and its claws are deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the ground, as if it has become one with the entire wilderness.

At this moment, the vertical pupils of this rock dragon were half-open and half-closed, its gaze somewhat unfocused as it stared into the void ahead, its mind filled with a multitude of thoughts.

The news that came these days weighed increasingly heavily on its heart.

In just a few years, nearly one-third of the node cores have been destroyed.

The clan suffered heavy casualties.

He now feels somewhat worried and confused about the future of the dragon race.

Can they really hold out until the day the city lord breaks through?

But just a moment later, Gareth took a deep breath and suppressed that unwarranted wavering.

Dragons are the noblest race on this continent, and are born rulers.

They will never be defeated and fall into decline like this.

Two-thirds of the spatial nodes in the subspace still exist, and it can hold out for a long time.

Once the city lord breaks through to a higher realm, the so-called allied forces are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, which can be easily destroyed.

Gareth's gaze hardened again, a cold, resolute glint flashing in his vertical pupils.

In any case, he will definitely defend this spatial node and will never allow the allied forces to destroy it.

Just then, the node core suddenly trembled.

The steady, drum-like pulse suddenly quickened, and a dull roar echoed across the wilderness, even causing the flesh and blood texture on the ground to tremble slightly.

Gareth suddenly looked up, a chilling light flashing in his eyes.

It stretched its body and slowly stood up from its crouching position.

The scales rubbed together, producing a dull sound like rocks rubbing together, and the bone spurs on its back stood up one by one.

"Prepare for battle!"

The deep voice, like muffled thunder rolling across the wilderness, reached the ears of every dragon and pure-blooded dragon.

The surrounding dragons spread their wings, and the pure-blooded dragonborn drew their weapons, all ready for battle.

If there are elite Allied forces gathered outside the space node at this moment, then the moment the space node changes position will be the moment they attack and break in.

as predicted.

The next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air from the direction of the entrance.

However, upon seeing who it was, all the dragons and dragonborn, including Gareth, were stunned on the spot.

Only three?

What happened?