Elven cultivators

Anton's calm voice abruptly silenced the Dragon King's laughter.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the composed Anton, a hint of surprise and uncertainty rising in his heart.

Was it something that was expected, or was it just an act of pretense?

The King of the Underworld hesitated only slightly before quickly suppressing his surprise with a sneer.

Regardless, his power was indeed steadily increasing, and Morales' body and soul were continuously transforming into his power.

It's more than enough to deal with one Anton.

In fact, the Dark Dragon King originally wanted his army to scout ahead and see what was special about the forest, and also to weaken the Silver Moon Clan so that there would be no interference when he dealt with Anton.

Unexpectedly, the Silvermoon Clan proved to be far more powerful than anticipated.

The Silvermoon Clan suffered no real casualties from beginning to end, yet they had already rendered their undead army unable to raise its head.

Even if the Nether Dragon Clan were mobilized, the situation could not be reversed.

He then realized that it was impossible to destroy the Silvermoon Clan with his own army.

But then, in a twist of fate, a fool suddenly appeared and lured Anton out of the forest. Now, if Anton is eliminated here, the Silvermoon Clan, having lost its leader, is doomed to perish sooner or later.

"I don't sense any divine fire from you."

The King of the Underworld suddenly spoke, his soul flames pulsating violently in his eye sockets.

"You haven't actually advanced to the demigod level yet, have you?"

Anton said calmly, "So what?"

"Then you're dead today!"

The King of the Underworld grinned and charged forward.

If Anton were a true demigod, perhaps there would still be a chance to escape from him.

"Although I don't know what methods you used to kill multiple saints and make others believe you had the strength of a demigod, your methods are meaningless in front of a true demigod!"

"yes."

Anton smiled wryly.

"Try it for yourself first." The moment the words fell, a deep tremor suddenly came from the distant forest.

Looking down from high above, one can clearly see the blue halo of light on all the trees suddenly flowing, like frost and snow melting into a stream, surging towards the roots of the Mother Tree of War from all directions.

Countless halos of light converged in the gaps between the intertwined roots and climbed straight up the tree trunk.

In an instant, a ray of blue light shone from the highest point of the War Mother Tree's canopy, like the first ray of dawn breaking at the end of the night, carrying an indescribable clarity, as if compressing the vitality of the entire forest into that ray of light.

The Nether Dragon King, who was rushing towards Anton, suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to that sliver of light.

For no apparent reason, a strong sense of crisis suddenly welled up deep within him.

"What is that?"

The thought had just crossed his mind.

The next instant, the azure light that had gathered the essence of all the spirits in the entire forest, like an arrow finally released from a fully drawn bowstring, silently pierced the sky and almost instantly reached the Nether Dragon King.

The Spiritual Pivot's Soul-Suppressing Light.

This is the name of the azure light, and also the strongest attack method of the Myriad Spirits Returning to the Ruins and Suppressing Evil Formation.

Drawing upon the accumulated spiritual energy of the entire formation, it condensed into a stream of light that pierced through reality and illusion. This light did not harm flesh and blood, but struck directly at the soul core. Those struck by it suffered a violent tremor in their souls and their death aura disintegrated. Even a spirit at the pinnacle of sainthood would be annihilated upon being struck by it.

The Spirit Pivot Soul-Suppressing Light was extremely fast, so fast that even the demigod-level Nether Dragon King could only catch a fleeting afterimage.

By the time he tried to dodge to the side, the blue light had already struck his chest squarely.

Like boiling water poured onto snow, the death energy that the Nether Dragon King had gathered began to disintegrate the moment it touched the blue light, and countless streams of death energy escaped wildly from the wounds.

"roar!"

The King of the Underworld let out a mournful howl, which shook the surrounding space, causing fine, distorted patterns to appear.

His massive dragon body trembled violently in the air, and the soul flames in his eye sockets flickered and flared like candle flames battered by a gale, as if they might be extinguished at any moment.

At the same time, Anton, who had been waiting in the wings, also seized the opportunity to make his move.

A beam of dark golden sword light leaped from his chest, condensing to its ultimate form the instant it left his body.

His Dharma body also left his body at the same time.

The moment it appeared, its Dharma body silently merged into the sword light.

The next instant, extremely fine purplish-white lightning patterns appeared on the surface of the sword light, meandering along the spine of the sword like living things, emitting a very low hissing sound. The true form of the sword pellet.

It is still the true form of the sword pellet that has merged the Dharma body and the Dao essence of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.

This can be considered the strongest sword strike that Anton can unleash right now!

Just as the Dark Dragon King stabilized the trend of his body collapsing, he looked up and saw a sword beam filled with lightning shooting towards him.

There was no room for reaction.

The light of the Xuanjin sword pierced through the center of his chest and emerged from his spine.

The Nether Dragon King could even "see" that the moment the sword light entered his body, the purple-white lightning scattered like countless tiny snakes, frantically annihilating his body.

The laws and energies that constituted his body shattered layer by layer under the impact of the thunder.

His skeleton was completely exposed to the air, covered with a fine, spiderweb-like crack.

The King of the Underworld let out a far more mournful howl than before.

The injury inflicted by that sword strike was more fatal than that blue light.

He could even feel his body "dying" at an alarming rate.

Although for the dead, death itself is a very absurd concept.

Having finally caught his breath, the Dark Dragon King did something that surprised everyone.

It actually ran away without looking back!

The biggest difference between high-ranking and low-ranking undead is that they have their own emotions and self-awareness.

This means they are afraid of dying.

The battle had barely begun when the Dark Dragon King was severely injured by Anton. Gone was his previous arrogance of certain victory; all that remained was utter terror and despair. His only thought was to get away from this terrifying elf as quickly as possible.

The scouts around the battlefield, who had turned their attention from the battlefield to this side ever since the appearance of the Underworld Dragon King and Anton, were all dumbfounded at the sight, feeling a sense of absurdity as if they were in a dream.

The scene of the Nether Dragon King crushing that mysterious powerhouse earlier showed them the power and terror of the legendary undead lord.

Therefore, when the Dark Dragon King's aura surged and he turned his attack on Anton, their first reaction was that Anton was in trouble.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Dragon King was severely injured and forced to flee after just one exchange.

This development was completely beyond their expectations. It was simply unbelievable.

Seeing the Nether Dragon King escape, Anton immediately threw out the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover and the Heaven-Turning Seal.

The Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover descended silently, its crimson-gold walls resembling an inverted giant bowl, trapping the Underworld Dragon King within.

Nine fire dragons came to life from the reliefs on the wall, wandering along the edge of the wall. Crimson-gold flames crisscrossed back and forth on the inside of the wall, sealing that space into a cage woven with flames.

The Heaven-Turning Seal followed closely behind, pressing heavily down on the top of the canopy.

Its imprint was as large as a mountain, suppressing the entire dome along with the Nether Dragon King inside.

The two magical artifacts, one above and one below, one hard and one soft, locked the Nether Dragon King firmly within a small space, preventing him from escaping.

Anton followed closely, flashing forward and unleashing his technique to lock down heaven and earth, neutralizing the Nether Dragon King's domain of laws. He then unleashed his sword light to attack him.

That sword strike had almost drained most of his power, and his Dharma body would not be able to condense again for a short time.

But the Dark Dragon King's condition was worse than his.

His body had almost completely disintegrated, leaving only a pale skeleton covered in cracks.

Clearly at his limit, and with no hope of escape, the Nether Dragon King simply turned and engaged Anton in a fierce battle.

He hasn't completely given up the struggle.

The remaining power from the demigod's body that he had just devoured was slowly dissolving within him.

Given enough time, the new energy that comes from digestion will be able to heal the wounds and repair the damage.

At that time, he will have the power to fight back.

However, in the next moment, the King of the Underworld suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Countless unfamiliar thoughts suddenly exploded within him, like a disturbed swarm of bees, rushing towards his soul.

Chanting, prayers, shouts... all sorts of fanatical and devout sounds tore and collided in his consciousness, turning his thoughts into a chaotic mess.

He tried to use the power of the laws to suppress it, but the laws were scattered by those thoughts as soon as they were formed, and he could no longer control them as freely as before.

"W-What happened?"

The King of the Underworld was utterly terrified.

"I've already said it," Anton said calmly, "You can't just eat anything." Even a demigod can't suppress the backlash and assimilation of the divine fragments.

With a slight thought, Anton unleashed a sword light imbued with the essence of Purple Heaven Thunder, which pierced through the void like lightning and struck the Underworld Dragon King.

The latter had no strength left to dodge or resist, and could only watch helplessly as the sword light pierced through his head and shattered the fire of his soul.

As the thunder exploded, the massive dragon body of the Nether Dragon King crumbled inch by inch from top to bottom, like a sandcastle doused with boiling water.

The skeleton peeled away layer by layer, turning into nothingness in the lightning.

On his deathbed, the Dark Dragon King's eyes, now only a faint ember, stared intently at Anton, a hoarse voice squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with resentment and despair.

"...His Majesty will not let you off the hook."

Anton said calmly, "That's perfect. I'll have to go find him sooner or later."

The moment the words fell, the sword light suddenly erupted, completely shredding the Nether Dragon King's body and then devouring it completely, leaving only a dazzling golden rhombus-shaped crystal suspended in the void.