Elven cultivators

Chapter 448 The Girl in the Stone Coffin

The essence of thunder is violence and speed.

Roman vanished from his spot in an instant, reappearing beside French. His battle axe, crackling with blinding lightning, cleaved through the invisible pressure like boiling water poured into snow, tearing a path through the area enveloped by French's Mountain and River Laws, heading straight for French himself.

The latter quickly raised his hand to block, and a thick rock barrier materialized between his arms. Fine runes floated on the rock surface, gleaming with a deep, earthy yellow light.

The axe blade, crackling with lightning, crashed against the rock wall.

boom!

A muffled thunderous roar exploded through the valley.

A large section of the rock face suddenly caved in, and cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, sending fragments flying like shrapnel.

French was thrown back several steps by the force, and the ground beneath his feet cracked with each step.

Roman gave him no chance to catch his breath.

She leaped after him, her battle axe slashing down repeatedly, each strike accompanied by violent lightning. The thunderous roar exploded in French's ears, making his eardrums buzz.

French could only keep building up new rock walls to defend himself, his figure being forced back step by step by Roman's offensive. The horror in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Roman is a very famous and powerful figure on the continent, and the Ring of Annihilation has collected a lot of information about her.

But the power that this elven girl is currently displaying is far greater than what was described in the intelligence reports.

On the other side, Cedric also secured the sixth seat.

In stark contrast to Roman's fierce and flamboyant offensive, Cedric's fighting style was calm and composed.

Each punch he threw caused the surrounding void to tremble, as if the entire world was pressing down on his opponent along with him.

The sixth seat twisted its body and transformed into a gray-white rock python a thousand meters long, shooting out with lightning speed.

Cedric's movements suddenly slowed considerably just from the rock python's gaze.

The Law of Condensation.

The superior law of the petrification law is the law of nature.

It possesses both petrification and rock manipulation properties, capable of instantly turning flesh and blood into limestone and reshaping surrounding rocks into various forms, making it both offensive and defensive.

Trapped in place, Cedric was about to be bitten by the rock python, but his face showed no panic. He simply raised his right foot and took a step forward.

In that instant, an invisible mountain seemed to rise in the void behind him.

The immense force surged into the earth through his feet, causing the entire ground to sink several inches as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

The rock python stopped abruptly just before it touched his body.

Standing tall and reaching for the sky.

This is Cedric's innate divine ability that he awakened after breaking through to the fourth level of power.

It can turn the heavens and earth into a prison, suppressing the enemy and rendering them unable to move.

Combined with his Taiyue True Form, he was invincible in killing enemies.

Now it was the sixth seat's turn to have a drastic change in expression.

He frantically activated the power of the laws, and his body finally regained some mobility, ready to dodge.

But it was too late.

Cedric simply threw a single punch, yet the Sixth Seat felt as if a towering mountain was crashing down upon him, filling him with immense terror. Boom!

The rock python shattered into pieces in an instant. Amidst the flying debris, the sixth seat was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the mountainside not far away with a loud bang.

Cedric continued his offensive and relentlessly pursued the enemy.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ryan and his three companions faced off against the remaining two members of the squad.

Both of them are at the peak of legendary strength, and can be considered top performers even within the legendary ranks.

However, of the four true disciples they were facing, apart from Mia who was slightly weaker, the other three all possessed the power to kill a peak legend.

Nine golden wheels flew out from behind Ryan, swelling in mid-air amidst the wind. Nine rays of sunlight simultaneously shone on the wheels, carrying intense, almost liquid Haoyang True Fire, crashing down on the ninth seat like falling suns.

The Ninth Seat hurriedly activated his corrosive power to resist, and gray-black mist surged from his body, attempting to corrode and decay the golden wheel.

However, the Haoyang True Fire precisely counters the corrosive power. Wherever the flames reach, the gray-black mist dissolves layer by layer, just as the scorching sun dries up a swamp.

The golden wheels crashed down one after another, forcing the Ninth Seat to retreat repeatedly. The protective mist around his body grew thinner and thinner, and large cracks began to appear on his armor.

Mia, standing to the side, also kept wielding her crimson whip, attacking the ninth seat.

Meanwhile, the eleventh seat attempted to slip into the shadows. His figure appeared and disappeared in the valley's shadows, trying to escape the encirclement of Lucius and Evie.

But Lucius simply stood there quietly, his gaze shifting slightly.

An invisible sword aura silently swept across the void.

The eleventh seat let out a muffled groan, staggering out of the shadows. A thin, long gash appeared on his shoulder armor, from which blood was gushing out.

Damn!

He had clearly vanished into the shadows, so how did the elf manage to lock onto him?

Before he could figure it out, Ivy's blade flashed right behind him.

The silver-gray short blade drew a cold arc in the twilight. Where the blade passed, fine black cracks, as thin as hair, appeared in the void, exuding a chilling aura.

The eleventh seat's gaze sharpened, and his surroundings suddenly darkened. Boundless darkness surged forth like a tide, biting fiercely at the blade's edge like a giant beast, but melting away rapidly like snow under the sun the instant they touched.

Looking down from high above, it's as if a ray of moonlight has split the boundless darkness in two, revealing the eleventh seat deep within.

In his shock, the latter dodged to the side with all his might, the blade grazing his ribs and leaving a shallow, grayish-white mark.

The chill seeped into his wound, causing him to freeze for a moment. Ryan's golden wheel, Lucius's invisible sword energy, Ivy's blade light, and Mia's crimson whip.

The four players cooperated seamlessly, with their offense and defense working in perfect harmony.

The ninth and eleventh seats had absolutely no chance to fight back and could only struggle to hold on within this impenetrable web of attacks.

French watched all of this unfold, his heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

Has the Silvermoon Clan become this powerful?

With just two elders and four true disciples, they were able to suppress the four of them so much that they couldn't even lift their heads.

He could even sense that the other party clearly still had some strength left and had not gone all out.

Before he could think further, French suddenly heard a piercing scream.

He glanced to the side and saw the Haoyang True Fire surge from the Ninth Seat's body, engulfing him completely.

Immediately afterwards, the eleventh seat was also pierced through the chest by Ivy's blade.

His body froze on the spot, and gray chill spread from the wound, freezing his flesh, bones, and even the magic within him.

The next moment, Mia's crimson whip lashed down on his head, shattering his frozen body into countless ice shards. Both members of the group perished almost simultaneously.

Without pausing, the four disciples turned and rushed towards the sixth seat, joining forces with Cedric to launch a siege.

The sixth seat was already at a disadvantage, and with the addition of four more true disciples, it became even more difficult to hold on.

In just a few breaths, the sixth seat was punched in the chest by Cedric, and his whole body flew backward. His chest collapsed at a visible speed, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Ryan followed up with a golden wheel, shredding his head to dust.

French took in all of this, gritted his teeth, and made a decision.

He stopped entangled with Roman, and the magic power that had been accumulating within him suddenly erupted. A grayish-brown halo gushed out from his body and condensed into a huge phantom around him.

The illusory figure was blurry yet imposing, like a solitary peak rising abruptly from the ground, or the soul of a mountain rising from the depths of the earth.

Within the illusory image, jagged rock walls, fractured canyons, and layered cliffs could be vaguely seen, all compressed and condensed from the pure power of the laws of mountains and rivers, carrying a heavy pressure that seemed capable of crushing the entire world.

Roman's axe blade, crackling with lightning, crashed down.

The moment the axe blade pierced the surface of the phantom, the silver-white lightning and the gray-brown mountain power collided violently.

The lightning attempted to tear apart the rock wall, while the rock wall tried to weaken, slow down, and wear down the lightning layer by layer. The two forces clashed fiercely on the surface of the phantom, exploding into rings of visible shockwaves that scattered the surrounding debris and dust in all directions.

French felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood welled up from deep in his throat, but he suppressed it, with only a thin line of dark red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The illusory images of mountains and rivers are connected to his mind; when the illusory images are damaged, he himself suffers the same backlash.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

The moment the phantom blocked Roman's attack, French suddenly turned around and shot away into the distance like a streak of light.

They didn't even care about the stone coffin anymore.

No matter how precious that thing is, it's not as important as his life.

As long as he can escape, as long as he can return to the north alive, he still has a chance.

Even if their status is damaged and they are held accountable by the corrupt emperor, at least they still have their lives.

If he stays here, he will only face the same fate as the ninth and eleventh seats.

Roman watched as French fled, but surprisingly did not give chase. Instead, he narrowed his eyes with a half-smile.

"You're quite resilient, but you can't escape." As if in response to her words, a grayish-white mist suddenly surged out silently, blocking the way between French and the valley exit, sealing off his path.

French stopped abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

A silver-gray figure slowly emerged from the mist.

It was a giant wolf with a shoulder height of nearly two meters.

Its entire body was covered with short, silvery-gray fur, its limbs were long and sturdy, and the tips of its claws gleamed with a cold, sharp light in the twilight.

Its eyes were pale amber, with an anthropomorphic composure and indifference flowing through its vertical pupils. Its gaze looked down at French, as if watching a dying witch hunter.

French froze.

He felt a sense of oppression from that silver-gray giant wolf that was far more terrifying than that from Roman and Cedric.

Demigod.

"What... what is this?"

French's lips moved slightly, but his voice was so dry that it was almost inaudible.

Why is there a demigod-level wolf beast here? However, no one answered his question.

Wuyin took a step forward, his figure transforming into a surging tide of mist in the twilight, sweeping towards French and engulfing him completely in an instant.

A short, muffled sound came from within the fog.

Then all fell silent.

Wuyin slowly emerged from the mist, his silver-gray fur spotless.

It started walking, slowly and deliberately, towards her.

Roman put away his battle axe, grinned at it, and said, "Thanks."

Wuyin raised its head high and called out in response.

Ryan, Evie, Lucius, and Mia all looked at the giant wolf with curiosity.

They had long known that their teacher kept a wolf beast that was said to have ancient blood, but they had hardly ever seen it. Now, seeing it kill a saint without breaking a sweat, they were all taken aback.

This wolf beast is probably a demigod.

As expected of a teacher, even his pets are at the demigod level. For a moment, the four felt an even greater sense of respect for Anton.

Of everyone present, only Roman and Cedric remained the calmest. They already knew about Wuyin's advancement to demigod status and were not surprised at all by the powerful combat strength he displayed.

Roman approached the stone coffin and reached out to touch it, but his fingers were gently pushed away by the layer of grayish-white mist.

She paused for a moment, then carefully examined the mist on the coffin surface.

"This fog... seems a bit strange."

The others then gathered around and examined the scene closely.

After studying the stone coffin for a while, the group realized they couldn't open it and dared not use violence to destroy it. So they decided to take the stone coffin back and hand it over to the city lord.

Roman had originally intended to put the stone coffin into his storage bag, but when he found that it wouldn't work, he was greatly surprised.

"Could there be something alive inside this stone coffin?"

Only living creatures cannot be stored in the Qiankun Bag.

Everyone looked at each other.

In the end, Ryan used his "Hidden Space" technique to store it away. The group then boarded the Flying Radiance Tower and quickly departed.

......

Anton, who was making final adjustments to the Ziwei Heavenly Palace in the canyon, soon learned of the news and was quite surprised.

After the Abyss opened, he didn't pay much attention to the Ring of Annihilation.

The previous threat from the Ring of Annihilation lay in two aspects: firstly, they possessed the method to open the Abyss; secondly, they were like venomous snakes, fond of causing trouble in secret.

But with the opening of the Abyss and the arrival of the final blow, the Ring of Annihilation went from darkness to light, and these two threats vanished without a trace.

In Anton's eyes, the Ring of Annihilation was no longer worth mentioning.

Unexpectedly, after so much time had passed, the Ring of Annihilation reappeared.

The key issue is that the clan caught them by the tail, and even the organization's leader, French, died at the hands of the Hidden Mist Claw.

In this way, even if the Ring of Annihilation has not been completely destroyed, it is already dead in name only.

For a moment, Anton also became curious about the stone coffin.

What exactly is it that would make them risk their lives to sneak into the West to smuggle it? Upon arriving at the Tianyuan Palace, Eleanor, Roman, and the others were examining the stone coffin. When they saw Anton arrive, they all made way for him.

Anton scanned the stone coffin with his divine sense. The magical restrictions on it were a piece of cake for him, and he easily broke them in a few breaths.

After the fog dissipated, Anton casually waved his hand, and the coffin lid flew off, revealing the scene inside.

Everyone was stunned when they saw it.

A young girl was lying in the stone coffin.