Elven cultivators

Southern part of the mainland, over the sea.

The dragons flew in a scattered formation at low altitude, the air currents created by their flapping wings carving white furrows into the sea, only to be swallowed up by the waves in an instant.

Sefilas flew at the forefront, his vertical pupils scanning the unobstructed sea around him, and his nerves, which had been tense for days, finally relaxed a little.

Fearing that the Allied forces would discover they hadn't died in the Storm Rift, Sefilas didn't dare linger too long. Once his people had recovered somewhat, he led them away from the Holy Dragon Mountains overnight.

Fortunately, the journey went relatively smoothly.

After leaving the Holy Dragon Mountains, they headed south, hiding by day and moving by night, using every means to conceal their movements, and finally arrived safely in this sea area.

This is the southernmost point of the continent, near the Nether Trench, and almost no intelligent beings would come here.

Having reached this point, their plan was already half successful.

Sefilas glanced back at his exhausted tribesmen and said in a deep voice, "Hold on a little longer. The Eternal Night Islands are just ahead. Once we get there, we'll stop and rest."

Upon hearing this, the dragons reluctantly perked up and increased their flight speed slightly.

Sefilas withdrew his gaze, his heart heavy.

The Nether Trench has a harsh environment; in their current state, going down there would be suicide.

I must first find a place to heal my injuries and accumulate enough strength to survive in that kind of place.

Once the injuries have healed sufficiently, a magic array will be used to create a space deep within the trench that can isolate the seawater, serving as a future foothold.

Sefilas sighed inwardly, suppressing his worries for the time being, and looked up to gaze ahead.

At the edge of the horizon, where the sea meets the sky, a blurry outline faintly appears.

The island's outline loomed in the darkness, like a colossal beast crouching on the sea, silent and sinister.

"It's the Evernight Islands."

A giant dragon noticed the outline of the island in the distance and exclaimed in surprise.

The dragons perked up, and their flapping of wings became more agile.

But at that moment, Sephira suddenly stopped and shouted in a low voice.

"Stop!"

The dragons stopped abruptly, looking at Sephira with puzzled expressions.

"Lord Sefilas, what's wrong?" a stone dragon couldn't help but ask.

Something's not right up ahead.

Sefilas stared intently at the archipelago ahead with his vertical pupils, a hint of surprise flashing deep within them.

Shi Xinlong wanted to ask more questions, but the next moment, an extremely sharp aura suddenly shot up from the direction of the archipelago.

The dragons turned their heads in astonishment and saw a beam of dark golden light shooting into the sky from the distant islands, covering a great distance in the blink of an eye, and hovering in front of the dragon horde.

The light faded, revealing a tall, slender figure.

With pointed ears, long pale gold hair, a youthful and serene face, and a moon-white robe fluttering in the sea breeze.

But she was an elf.

The dragons looked completely bewildered.

How could there be elves in this place?

Soon, a dragon recognized the elf before it.

"The sword light is a deep golden color, and he's an elf... This guy is the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint!"

Upon hearing this, the other dragons were all taken aback.

The name "Meteor Dragon Sword Saint" is known to almost everyone in the dragon race.

After all, his record is quite impressive.

Of the eighteen spatial nodes destroyed in the subspace, at least four are inextricably linked to him!

One of them could even be said to have been destroyed by him single-handedly.

Four legendary dragons, at the pinnacle of their power, alone perished by his sword!

The entire Dragon Clan deeply resented this Fallen Dragon Sword Saint.

At this very moment, this person, who should have been hundreds of thousands of miles away, has appeared here.

How can we not shock and bewilder them?

Anton ignored the panicked dragons.

His gaze fell directly on Sefilas, he looked him up and down a few times, and then sighed softly.

"As expected, trying to ambush a Saint with an array is still wishful thinking."

"Forget it, it was just a try anyway, it doesn't matter if it fails."

The dragons present all possessed hearing far exceeding that of ordinary people, and they heard Anton's whispered words clearly, their faces all showing expressions of disbelief.

Judging from this... the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint knew they would come here all along?

But how is that possible?

Before entering the Storm Rift, even they themselves couldn't guarantee they would come out alive.

Being able to pass through that forbidden zone of death was entirely due to luck.

Even their final destination was known only to Lord Sefilas; the other members of their tribe had no idea where they were going.

How did the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint know this?

Sefilas was equally bewildered.

He immediately spread his senses outwards, his mental energy spreading wildly in all directions like invisible threads.

However, no findings were discovered upon investigation.

Apart from Anton, there was no other intelligent being around.

Sefilas's gaze returned to Anton, a sense of unease rising within him.

Seemingly guessing his thoughts, Anton's lips curled into a wry smile.

"No need to guess, I'm the only one here."

Sefilas narrowed his vertical pupils slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Since you knew we were coming, why didn't you inform the allied forces?"

Anton said calmly, "Of course, it's because you are my prey, and I don't intend to share you with anyone else."

Upon hearing this, the dragons were immediately enraged and glared angrily at Anton.

Sefilas's gaze turned cold as well.

"I don't know how you knew we'd be here, but if you came alone, you're just incredibly stupid."

"A legendary figure actually dared to spout such arrogant words, treating a saint as prey. He is simply outrageously arrogant."

Sefilas's tone was laced with undisguised contempt.

Even if he was injured and not at his peak, he was still not someone a legendary-level player could provoke.

He couldn't understand where Anton's confidence came from, but he didn't need to.

Since the other party has come to us of their own accord, there's no need to hesitate.

Just kill them!

"Whether it's arrogance or not, we'll only know after we fight."

Anton smiled wryly and spoke calmly.

The moment he finished speaking, the black gold sword hanging beside him suddenly lit up, its clear hum piercing the night sky.

The sword light suddenly split apart in the next instant.

Two hundred and fifty-six sword lights fell to the ground like meteors, attacking Sefilas through the sky.

A cold glint flashed in Sefilas's vertical pupils, and a murderous intent surged in his heart.

He reached out and grabbed forward, and a sudden gust of wind arose in the void.

An invisible current of energy condensed and compressed between his claws, instantly transforming into a blue hurricane hundreds of meters in diameter, carrying a sharp whistling sound as it rushed towards the sword light.

Wherever the hurricane passed, the air was torn apart with countless fine cracks, and the sea surface was forced by the wind pressure to create a trench tens of meters deep.

The sword light and the hurricane collided fiercely in the void.

A muffled explosion rang out, and the shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, creating a huge dent in the sea surface and sending waves splashing everywhere.

The sword light was swept away by the hurricane and tumbled several times in the void before stabilizing.

The hurricane paused only slightly before continuing its raging charge towards Andong.

At the same time, the dragons retreated and distanced themselves to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the battle.

But not a single dragon chose to flee.

They hovered in the air at a distance, their vertical pupils fixed on the battlefield.

Lord Sephira will surely be able to kill this arrogant elf.

They firmly believed this.

The gap between a saint and a legend cannot be bridged by arrogance and luck.

What if... what if Lord Sephira really loses...

Given the speed and strength displayed by the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint, even if they scattered and fled, they would not escape the pursuit of the enemy.

Moreover, now that Anton knows their whereabouts, if he leaves alive and informs the Allied forces of this information, they will face an overwhelming annihilation.

By then, they will also have nowhere to escape.

In either case, they have no reason to take the opportunity to flee.

Staying and waiting for the outcome of the battle is the only option.

Seeing that Sefilas once again easily repelled the sword light and stirred up a hurricane that forced Anton to dodge repeatedly, the dragons all showed signs of excitement.

"As expected of Lord Sephira."

"What an overconfident fool! He thinks that just because he has some reputation at the legendary level, he can rival a saint?"

"I'm going to take his skull back to offer as a sacrifice to my fallen kin!"

Before the dragons could finish speaking, the situation in the center of the battlefield suddenly changed.

The sword lights hovering in the void were suddenly tinged with a rich, yellowish light, gaining an extra layer of profound and weighty meaning, as solid as a mountain.

The next instant, they once again launched a sky-piercing attack on Sephira.

The speed of the sword light remained unchanged, but the overwhelming sense of oppression was completely different.

Before the sword light even arrived, immense pressure surged in from all directions, compressing the air as if it were solid.

Sephira instinctively sensed something was wrong, and his vertical pupils contracted slightly.

He reached out with his claws again, and a gale gathered between them, transforming into an even more violent azure hurricane that rushed towards the sword light.

In a single exchange, the azure hurricane crumbled like paper under the crushing force of the torrent formed by the convergence of sword light.

The torrent continued its relentless flow, sweeping past Sefilas in astonishment.

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A slight tearing sound was heard, almost inaudible amidst the roar of the violent airflow.

Sefilas looked down and saw a new tear in the scales on his right side.

Dark red blood seeped from the crack, flowing down the gaps in the scales.

Seeing this, Sefilas's face turned ashen.

The wound wasn't deep; it wasn't even a serious injury.

With the powerful vitality of the Holy Dragon, this level of superficial injury would heal in a single breath.

But this humiliation was more unbearable for him than any serious injury.

He, a dignified saint, was actually injured by a legendary figure.

The dragons watching from afar were completely silent.

They stared wide-eyed at the still-bleeding wound on Sefilas's side, their faces contorted in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

"This...this is impossible..."

"He actually managed to injure Lord Sefilas!"

"What's with those sword lights? How did their power suddenly increase so much?"

The legend actually injured the saint!

What they were witnessing was truly beyond their comprehension.