Elven cultivators

High above, the sea breeze whistles.

Anton hovered in mid-air, his gaze fixed on the giant whale of the abyss not far away.

In fact, whether in his previous life or this one, this was the first time he had ever seen this sea creature undead lord in person.

Among the six undead lords, Morlock may not be the strongest in terms of combat power, but he is definitely the one who gives his opponents the most headaches.

The sea creatures are already far more powerful in the sea than on land. With the added advantage of the undead's racial talents, their abilities such as corruption, regeneration, and death torrents are almost always perfectly countered by creatures that fight with flesh and blood.

Only a demigod who has mastered the laws of storms, tides, or water elemental power, which are highly compatible with the ocean, and whose own realm has reached the critical level, can ensure the suppression and killing of Moloch.

Otherwise, even if we win, we won't be able to keep it.

But Anton is different.

Although his power has not yet reached the critical level, the many supernatural abilities he possesses that can restrain the undead are enough to make up for it.

"The Fallen Dragon Sword Saint"

The eerie blue flames in Morlock's chest pulsed rapidly a few times, and a deep, resonant sound, like the echo of the deep sea, was squeezed out from the depths of his skeleton.

"You dare to come to my territory?" Anton said with a sneer. "When did the Great Whirlpool Ocean become your territory? Did you even ask the Tide Temple?"

Upon hearing this, Celine and the elders behind her, who were some distance away, all looked somewhat uneasy.

It's not exactly honorable to let the enemy occupy and wreak havoc on our territory for so many years, and to regard the Whirlpool Sea as our own domain.

Morlock coldly replied, "The Great Whirlpool Sea will be mine sooner or later."

"Judging from your expression, you're not planning to go ashore." Anton shook his head slightly. "Then I'll have to come find you."

"Do you think you've got me cornered? Is your confidence boosted by defeating Darkwing?"

The oppressive aura surrounding Moloch suddenly intensified, clearly indicating that he had been provoked.

"Then you're probably going to be disappointed. I'm not like that arrogant guy."

"Darkwing died at your hands because he was stupid enough to come to your territory and confront you head-on."

"But in the sea... this is my territory, and you have no right to be arrogant here."

Anton smiled faintly: "In my opinion, you're all pretty much the same."

Morlock remained silent, but the aura surrounding him was already imbued with intense killing intent. The next instant, the torrent of death that had been gathering momentum suddenly erupted, like a submerged volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupting, carrying a bone-chilling, decaying cold as it roared and swept towards Anton.

Wherever the torrent passed, the seawater quickly turned grayish-white, as if it had been instantly soaked in the ink of death. Even the fish carcasses and broken algae floating on the crest of the wave turned gray and disintegrated into fine powder and merged into the water mist the moment they were touched.

Anton's expression remained unchanged; he simply opened his mouth and spat out the Six Ding Divine Fire.

The six-colored flames initially resembled a single candle flame, but then rapidly expanded, transforming into an overwhelming curtain of six-colored fire that crashed violently into the gray-white torrent.

At the moment the flames collided with the torrent, there was no earth-shattering sound, only a hissing sound that made your teeth ache, like boiling oil being poured into frozen snow.

The torrent of death was instantly cleaved in two as if by an invisible blade, rapidly dissipating to both sides, spraying water mist, which was then burned away layer by layer by the six-colored flames that followed.

In the blink of an eye, the once overwhelming torrent of death had vanished, leaving only a thin layer of grayish-white foam on the sea surface, which was then swallowed up by the waves.

Moloch was taken aback, never expecting that the torrent of death he had prepared for so long would be broken in a single move.

But he had no time to think further, because after the flames dissipated, tens of thousands of black gold sword lights shot out from behind the flame curtain, like a golden galaxy rolling towards him.

Morlock was as large as a mountain, but he appeared rather small in the face of the overwhelming sword light.

Those sword lights were extremely fast, with either six-colored flames covering their blades or flashing purple lightning arcs.

Please visit [website address] to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg He sensed a strong threat from above.

It was as if we had encountered our natural enemy.

In his horror, Molok suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long, deep roar like an earthquake in the deep sea.

A storm arose in response, carrying grayish-white air currents that rapidly rose from the sea surface, forming a cone-shaped cyclone several kilometers wide around Morlock, blocking the sword light that came from all directions.

The storm carried with it a chilling, decaying quality that was inherent in death itself.

The moment the sword light collided with the storm, it was like scrap iron encased in a millstone, violently rubbing against each other in the vortex, with dense, ear-piercing hissing sounds bursting out between the metal and the airflow.

Sword flashes were constantly being thrown out from the edge of the storm, only to quickly stabilize and rush back into the storm.

The two sides were deadlocked for a time.

The sea surface sank and bulged under the plowing force of the aftershocks of the battle, churning the entire sea area into a boiling muddy mess.

The murky mist spread high in the sky, obscuring half the sky, and even the sunlight refracted into bizarre, dark arcs through the gray-white fog.

The sea creature army that had already retreated into the magic circle was fine, but the undead army that hadn't retreated yet was in trouble.

Countless undead were shredded into fragments by the dissipating sword energy, then tossed high into the air by the storm before crashing back into the sea, splashing up clusters of grayish-white water. Celine and the elders, watching from afar, held their breath, their eyes never leaving the center of the battlefield for a moment.

They had heard countless times about the legendary Sword Saint of the Fallen Dragon, and heard about his various exploits, but this was the first time they had actually witnessed him in action.

"So strong..."

Elder Zain couldn't help but murmur to himself.

Elder Monri opened his mouth, but ultimately did not say anything in rebuttal.

His previous assertions that "Anton is no match for Morlock in the sea" seemed utterly ridiculous at this moment.

In the center of the battlefield, as time passed, Morlock grew increasingly horrified.

He could sense that his domain of laws was being silently eroded and suppressed by some strange domain, so much so that the storm he had stirred up was significantly weaker.

"The realm of laws? But it doesn't quite feel like it."

Morlock couldn't understand it.

In his perception, Anton's Crown of Laws had never manifested outwardly; at most, he was only at the level of a Seal Holder.

The domain of the Seal Bearer's laws could never suppress his domain. Yet the facts before him were overturning all his understanding.

He had no idea that such a thing as the mental imagery realm existed.

The chain reaction caused by the suppression at the level of laws quickly became apparent.

A gap appeared in the storm defense around Morlock, and sword light kept drilling in through the gap, carrying the Dao essence of the Six Ding Divine Fire and the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, alternately piercing into the gaps between Morlock's skeleton, exploding into sparks of six colors and purple and white on the dark bones.

Each sword strike landed relatively lightly, leaving at most a thin scorch mark on Morlock's massive, island-like body.

But the sheer number of them was overwhelming.

Thousands upon thousands of sword beams fell in succession, and the surface of the bones was quickly covered with dense, charred cracks.

Morlock tried to repel the sword lights, but the attacks continued relentlessly.

The Six Ding Divine Fire and Purple Heaven Divine Thunder clung to the wound, relentlessly eroding it like maggots clinging to bones, causing the regenerative power that the dead were so proud of to be hindered like never before.

Instead of healing, the wound slowly expanded under the combined erosion of flames and lightning.

However, Anton was still not satisfied.

If they were to slowly wear him down using this method, it would take several days and nights to defeat Morlock. However, he had originally intended to test the power of his breakthrough after the "One Sword Transforms into Myriad Laws" technique during this encounter, and now that he had a better understanding of the situation, he would no longer delay.

He raised his right hand slightly, then curled his fingers inward.

In that instant, the more than ten thousand beams of Xuanjin sword light hanging in the sky and entangled with the storm suddenly stopped, and then all converged and returned to each other.

The light collapsed layer by layer in an instant, like a golden waterfall flowing backward, rapidly converging in Anton's palm, and finally condensing into a clear sword light no more than three feet long.

The sword light was clear and transparent, like solidified starlight, quietly hovering between his five fingers.

With a slight thought, Anton silently absorbed the Dao essence of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder into the sword light. A layer of fine purple and white thunder patterns appeared on the middle section of the sword, like a group of snakes slithering along the spine of the blade.

He paused slightly, then infused the six-colored halo of the Six Ding Divine Fire into the sword light. Instantly, he felt a distinct sense of rejection, as if it were about to collapse in the next second.

Although he has been cultivating for some time, Anton is still unable to perfectly integrate the two different Dao essences into the sword light at the same time; at most, he can only maintain it for a moment.

But it is enough.

The next instant, a sword light ripped through the air.

The sword pellet takes its true form, empowered by the dual Dao.

The power of this sword strike surpassed that of the one that had severely wounded the Dark Dragon King. Moloch sensed the deadly danger almost instantly.

He decisively gathered all the surrounding storms in front of him, attempting to block the incoming sword light.

The next instant, the sword light silently swept past.

There was no roar or explosion, and it didn't even cause the seawater to surge much.

Like a hot knife cutting into solidified grease, the clear sword light pierced through the layers of storm walls in front of Morlock with almost no resistance, precisely stabbing into the core of the dark blue flame in the center of his chest.

The purple-white lightning patterns exploded the moment they came into contact with the flames, spreading rapidly from the core inwards and tearing the dark blue flames to shreds.

The Six Ding Divine Fire followed closely behind, its six-colored flames seeping into the depths of the flames along the cracks, burning and annihilating the remaining energy fragments one by one.

Molok let out a low, long hiss, and his entire massive skeleton trembled violently from the inside out. The bone plates in his chest cavity cracked inch by inch, and the cracks spread rapidly outward from the center of the flame, covering his sternum, spine, and half of his skull.

Countless bone fragments were shaken off and fell into the sea, creating large splashes of grayish-white water.

His soul fire dimmed considerably in an instant.

The pain that spread from the depths of his bones made Morlock realize for the first time that even the so-called immortal undead body had an end.

"Damn it... what kind of law is this?!" Moloch felt an unprecedented sense of panic and fear.

He finally understood why the Dark Dragon King had died by Anton's sword.

This guy in front of me is not only incredibly strong in combat, but more importantly, his power of law is very effective against the undead.

He was no match for him at all.

Moloch lost all his previous confidence and decisively turned and fled.

Celine and the elders were dumbfounded.

That arrogant undead lord who caused the Temple so much trouble actually escaped?

This scene was completely beyond their imagination.

Anton watched the enormous whale body disappear into the distance, a fleeting glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"We've fought to this point, how could we possibly let you escape?"

With a thought, an invisible thought instantly condensed, transforming into an invisible sword intent that silently traversed space along the veins of the laws, precisely striking Morlock.

A single thought, a fatal sword strike! Morlock's body suddenly froze.

The inertia of his descent continued to slowly lower his skeleton, but the flame of his soul within his chest dimmed rapidly and began to shatter from its core.

He frantically mobilized the power of the laws, trying to fill the crack, but to no avail.

He could feel that laws, memories, will, thoughts... everything that constituted 'Morlock' was shattered and annihilated by some invisible force in that instant.

In just a moment, the azure soul flame completely dissipated.

Moloch's body floated in the seawater, but his breath had completely disappeared.

The storm has stopped.

The sea gradually calmed down, leaving only the occasional surging waves.

Celine stared blankly at the figure still suspended high in the sky, speechless.

Behind her, Elder Zain, Elder Domick, and the other high-ranking members of the temple exchanged glances, their throats bobbing, but no one uttered a sound.

Moloch... just like that, he died?

They had expected Anton to win, but they never imagined he could actually kill Morlock. The undead lord who had left them helpless was so easily slain by Anton.

The scene before them felt like a dream.

On the other side, Anton retrieved his sword pellet, glanced at Celine and the others, then transformed into a beam of sword light and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

It was only then that Celine and the elders came to their senses.

Elder Domick and Elder Zane's first reaction was to look at Elder Monri and Elder Lowe.

Noticing Domike and the others' gazes, the two elders blushed instantly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Just moments ago, they were still arrogantly claiming that Anton couldn't possibly defeat Morlock, but in the blink of an eye, Morlock was killed by Anton.

This slap in the face came incredibly fast.

Celine paid no attention to the elders' little squabbles, staring intently in the direction Anton had left, before finally letting out a sigh.

"Now the south has completely become the territory of the Silvermoon Clan."

The elders fell silent upon hearing this, their expressions complex.

Before today, although the Silvermoon Clan had driven the undead out of the southern continent, Morlock still lingered near the coastline, constantly threatening the southern continent. Strictly speaking, the Silvermoon Clan hadn't completely taken control of the south.

With Morlock's death, the remaining undead army in the Whirlpool Sea was no longer a threat, and the southern threat was completely eliminated.

This is half a continent...

Before the Scourge broke out, they never imagined that any force could grow to such a scale, encompassing half the continent.

From this day forward, the title of the Silvermoon Clan as the number one power on the Dawn Continent is no longer in dispute.