Elven cultivators

Faced with the siege of five enemies, Anton remained calm and showed no sign of backing down.

He raised his right hand, and the Heaven-Turning Seal flew out from his sleeve, growing larger in the wind until it reached the size of a mountain, crashing fiercely into the giant rock palm that had been slamming down.

The moment the body struck the giant hand, a dull thud shook the entire ruins.

The rocks shattered, dust billowed, and the giant hand cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns from its palm before shattering into a pile of rocks and dust.

At the same instant, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover flew out from his other side, and the crimson-gold cover expanded rapidly, swallowing the transparent shockwave along with the impact that followed.

The nine fire dragons on the surface of the shield lit up simultaneously, tearing and dissipating the impact layer by layer, eventually turning into a ring of fine aftershocks that dissipated into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Anton opened his mouth and spat out a stream of crimson-gold flames, which, like a rainbow piercing the sun, collided violently with the purple-white lightning spear in mid-air.

Hao Yi San Yang Qi!

boom!

The lightning shattered, turning into countless tiny arcs of electricity that scattered in all directions.

The flames continued their relentless advance, forcing the tall, thin wolf-man to dodge to the side, leaving a scorch mark on the edge of his robe.

After defeating three attacks in a row, the remaining two crimson crescent moons struck Anton squarely.

However, before Strom and Olsen could show any joy, a faint glow suddenly appeared on Anton's body.

Tai Xuan Yuan Han Zhen Gang

Bang!

The crimson crescent moon struck the radiance with a dull thud, as if it had fallen into some kind of invisible stagnation, its advance slowing down more and more. Finally, just before it touched Anton's robes, it exhausted all its strength, turning into two pale red aftershocks that silently dissipated into the air.

Throughout the entire process, Anton did not move an inch, and his robes did not even flutter.

The five attacks were neutralized in less than two breaths.

But Anton's actions did not stop.

All the sword lights hovering in mid-air converged from all directions at the same moment, like rivers flowing into the sea, rapidly condensing in the void and finally gathering into a clear sword light about a meter long.

At the same time, a cloud of energy appeared above Anton's head, transforming into a stream of five-colored light that merged into the sword light.

The true form of the sword pellet!

The next instant, the sword light flashed.

Even with the eyesight of a saint, it was impossible to detect the trajectory of this sword.

Even the tall, thin wolf who had mastered the Law of Lightning was no exception.

He felt a chill in his chest, followed by an indescribable emptiness.

Looking down, he saw a fist-sized hole through his chest.

The edges were smooth, without blood or scorch marks, as if something had taken a piece out of the middle.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could utter a word, his body fell backward, crashing heavily into the grayish-white dust on the ground, raising a cloud of fine dust.

The four werewolf saints, including Strom, stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Baal's strength was the weakest among the five, but he was a saint after all, not some nobody.

But they couldn't even last a single move against Anton!

A single strike can instantly kill a Saint Transformation Realm expert; even a Saint at the peak of the Saint Realm might not be able to do it!

What kind of monster is this?

When they looked at Anton again, their eyes no longer held the confidence they had before; instead, they were filled with intense horror.

The sword light swept across the void, returned to Anton's side, and rose and fell quietly.

The combination of the aura above and the true form of the sword pellet was the strongest attack he could currently unleash.

Its power did not disappoint him; it swiftly and decisively killed a Saint Realm expert.

If there's any downside, it's that it consumes too much energy.

Once you strike, it's difficult to do it a second time in a short period of time.

However, being able to kill an enemy makes this price entirely acceptable.

Anton took out a pill and swallowed it, then wielded his sword to attack the enemy once more.

Several wolf-blooded saints were already terrified by Anton's attack. Seeing this, they all retreated and created distance, fearing that they would follow in Baal's footsteps.

They had considered that Anton's move just now was a trump card, which must have consumed a lot of energy and made it impossible for him to use it continuously.

But what if?

They didn't want to risk their lives on speculation.

"Chief!" Olsen shouted suddenly.

A sharp glint flashed in Storm's eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Attack!"

In the next instant, the four figures simultaneously darted backward, retreating to a distance of over a thousand meters in a flash.

At the same time, an invisible force surged from the depths of the ground, like a giant net rising from the earth, enveloping the entire ruins.

Four thick, dark red beams of light rose simultaneously from four different directions at the edge of the ruins, connected by a semi-transparent, dark red membrane, like an inverted bowl, enclosing Anton and the surrounding area within it.

Fine, scale-like patterns occasionally appeared on the surface of the light pillar, like the scales of some giant beast slowly moving across its surface, each surge exuding an ancient and decaying aura.

An endless crimson surged in from all directions, threatening to engulf Anton.

Anton's expression hardened, and the sword light instantly enveloped his entire body as he sped away like a meteor into the distance.

But when he hit the dark red membrane, the scale-like patterns on the surface of the membrane suddenly lit up for a moment, and a huge recoil force surged from the depths of the membrane wall, bouncing him back.

Despite several attempts to break through, they were unable to penetrate the dark red membrane.

The next moment, crimson blood surged in like a tide, completely engulfing Anton.

Seeing this, the four wolf-born saints all breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, Strom's expression turned serious again.

"Anton is much stronger than we expected. The Dragon Bone Blood Prison itself probably won't be able to hold him for long. We need to provide more energy to the Dragon Bone Blood Prison."

The three of them, Olsen and his companions, exchanged glances and nodded.

So the four wolf-born saints each found a place to sit down, placed their hands on the Blood Prison Barrier, and began to infuse magic power into it.

"Even saints will have their power continuously eroded once they are trapped in the Dragon Bone Blood Prison. When Anton is too weak, that will be the time for us to make our move."

"That kid is really strange. I'm worried that Dragonbone Blood Prison won't be able to deal with him."

"Don't worry, unless you are a god, no one can withstand the Dragon Bone Blood Prison."

"That kid's dead meat."

……

At the same time.

Inside the Dragon's Bone Blood Prison, Anton frowned as he surveyed his surroundings.

The ruins were still the same ruins, but everything in sight was shrouded in a dark red hue.

The sky, the earth, and even the air are no exception.

The whole world seemed to be soaked in blood, with varying shades of dark red everywhere you looked.

"A magic circle, no, it should be some kind of barrier..."

Anton's eyes flickered.

It was obvious that the Bloodclaw clan had made prior arrangements at this ruin, presumably to prevent him from escaping.

However, even with his divine sense, he hadn't noticed anything beforehand...

"Have they deployed some kind of means to block detection...?"

Anton pursed his lips.

The Bloodclaw Clan really made thorough preparations to deal with him.

However, at this moment, within this barrier, the means of shielding detection seemed to have lost their effectiveness.

Anton could clearly sense that an invisible force was surging in from all directions, enveloping his entire body, slowly and steadily eroding the protective aura and the profound true energy of the Tai Xuan Yuan Han on his body.

Clearly, this barrier has the effect of continuously eroding living beings and eroding their power.

Even so, Anton wasn't too worried.

He carried a large reserve of medicinal pills with him, enough to sustain him for several years if it was only this level of erosion.

Once the aura above him has recovered, he will be able to unleash his full power once again.

This period of time is enough for him to recover his power more than ten times over.

He refused to believe that this barrier could withstand his full-force attacks more than ten times.

Just as Anton was about to sit cross-legged and begin to recover his Gangyun, his divine sense detected something else interesting.

Although the aura surging from the ground was mixed and turbid, it concealed an extremely rich and almost pure essence beneath the surface.

The key point is that this energy gave him a very familiar feeling.

"This is... the essence of a dragon!"

Anton understood after a moment's thought.

The materials used to construct this barrier are most likely related to dragons.

Moreover, it's not an ordinary dragon; it's at least a Saint-level dragon.

Otherwise, the vital energy wouldn't be so incredibly concentrated.

Thinking of this, Anton couldn't help but smile with delight.

He was just worrying about where to find dragon essence for his sword to absorb to accelerate its growth, when unexpectedly, a perfect opportunity came knocking.

If it can absorb the dragon essence within this barrier, the sword pellet might be able to break through and become a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

hum!

The sword pellet trembled violently, emanating a sense of excitement and anticipation.

It clearly sensed the dragon's essence within the barrier and couldn't wait to devour it.

"This can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Anton smiled slightly, then immediately closed his eyes and focused his mind, connecting his divine sense with the sword pellet, and began to draw in the essence of the wandering dragons around him using the methods of the Devouring Spirit Path.

An invisible force spread from the surface of the sword pellet, and the essence surged in from all directions, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, rushing to enter the sword pellet.

At the same time, the four wolf-born saints outside suddenly sensed a slight change in the energy flow within the Dragon Bone Blood Prison.

However, after focusing their attention on sensing for a while, they found no obvious abnormalities, so they had to suppress their doubts and focus their attention back on maintaining the barrier.