Elven cultivators

"this......"

Elena stared in disbelief at Anton's retreating figure.

Even someone as composed as her couldn't help but feel a little distracted at this moment.

Keep in mind that those were gold-tier dragon lizardmen.

If it were her, defeating Morlock wouldn't be difficult, but killing him would be a different story.

Gold-rank warriors are inherently resilient, let alone dragon lizardmen with dragon blood flowing through their veins; their physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary gold-rank warriors.

Even when severely damaged, they can often find a way to escape.

Who would have thought that Anton would kill him in this way?

The power the latter was displaying at that moment was so great that even she, a battle-hardened gold-ranked warrior, was startled.

Honestly, if she were to face that terrifying lightning bolt, she would probably be seriously injured, if not killed.

Even Elena was like this, not to mention the other elves, whose faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

Just then, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

It was the golden-rank dragon lizardman who had just been fighting Elena. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, he decisively fled, shouting as he did so:

"retreat!"

The lizardmen awoke as if from a dream, and their morale, already shaken by Morlock's death, completely collapsed at this moment.

They dropped their weapons and scattered, their gray-green figures surging into the depths of the wasteland like a receding tide.

The sight of Molok being killed had completely shattered their will to fight; now they were filled with terror and wished they had more legs to escape the battlefield.

Irene regained her senses and immediately ordered her guards to give chase.

She then set off to chase after the fleeing dragon-man.

However, Anton was faster than her, rushing forward like a meteor, while purple and white lightning once again burst forth from his palm, unleashing another palm lightning strike towards the dragon lizardman.

Feeling the thunder and scorching heat behind him, the dragon lizard man felt a chill run down his spine, and the scales on his body stood on end.

He roared, and crimson mist burst forth from the gaps in his scales, instantly enveloping his entire body and condensing into a thick, viscous, blood-red barrier.

The lightning bolt struck the blood mist, paused slightly, and then melted away rapidly at a visible speed, emitting a sizzling sound like boiling water meeting snow.

In an instant, the blood mist dissipated completely, and the remaining lightning struck the dragon lizardman's back, exploding violently.

In an instant, the scales shattered, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The dragon-lizard man screamed as a horrifying wound was blasted open on his back, the charred flesh peeling back to reveal the white bones beneath.

But he used this momentum to accelerate forward and escaped into the camp of the Molten Thorn Tribe in the blink of an eye.

Anton stopped in his tracks, squinting as he stared in the direction of the military camp.

A fierce and brutal aura surged from the military camp, like a sleeping dragon opening its vertical pupils and baring its fangs as it swept towards him.

The aura contained an indescribable sense of oppression, not merely a suppression of power, but a deeper, more fundamental pressure that touched upon the very essence of the world.

In an instant, it seemed as if even the air itself became heavy and stagnant.

However, in the next instant, a profound and majestic aura, like an ancient tree rooted in the earth, surged from the direction of the Silver Moon Forest and crashed violently into the fierce aura.

Although they were two invisible and intangible energies, they collided in the void, creating visible twists and ripples that spread outwards in circles, exuding a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

Centered on the point of impact, the lizardmen and elves within a radius of four or five hundred meters felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest by a heavy hammer, and they all groaned and turned pale.

Anton's internal energy circulated on its own, forming an invisible protective shield on his body surface, isolating the impact caused by the clash of energies.

His eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of seriousness appeared on his face.

After successfully establishing his foundation, he felt confident that he could at least remain undefeated against most Gold-rank opponents, even if he couldn't completely overwhelm them.

The only exception is the Golden Peak.

Among the three extraordinary ranks of Iron, Silver, and Gold, the key factors determining power are skills (combat skills and spells), magical accumulation, and combat experience.

Among these, accumulating magic power is particularly important.

It determines the maximum amount of energy a spellcaster or warrior can draw upon.

However, regardless of race, there is a limit to the amount of magic that the physical body can contain.

Once the limit is reached, to go any further, one must transcend the shackles of magic and touch upon and understand the fundamental laws of the world.

Only by comprehending and materializing one's own laws can one break through the Gold rank and achieve legendary status.

In fact, the same applies to cultivating immortality.

Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage and form the Golden Core, your body's Qi and essence will be condensed and unified, generating immense power. At this point, you will be able to learn supernatural abilities.

Supernatural powers, in essence, are the initial utilization and control of the laws of heaven and earth.

The Golden Elixir and the Legend are just different names; in reality, they lead to the same goal.

The Golden Peak is the level where magical power has reached its limit and one has begun to awaken their own power of laws, but they are not yet able to fully manifest or freely control it.

They're just one step away from becoming legends.

But this step is crucial.

Reaching the Golden Peak does not guarantee mastery of the power of laws; it involves understanding the laws themselves.

Many exceptionally talented individuals spend their entire lives stuck in the golden realm, unable to take that step until their death.

That being said, for any warrior or spellcaster who has not yet touched the power of the laws, the peak of the Gold rank is an unparalleled existence.

Even for Anton, facing a peak Gold-level expert without any preparation, the best outcome would be to flee in defeat.

The Grand Elder of the Silver Moon Clan and the leader of the Molten Thorn Tribe are both peak Gold-level experts.

After taking a deep look in the direction of the military camp, Anton turned and left without hesitation.

As Anton left, both auras quickly withdrew and vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The pursuit on the battlefield was nearing its end.

Hundreds of lizardmen were caught and killed by the elven guards during their escape, while the surviving lizardmen fled in panic into the military camp.

The war has come to an end.

The elves cheered loudly and looked at Anton with reverence.

If Anton hadn't killed Molok and scared away another gold-tier dragon lizardman, the lizardman army wouldn't have collapsed so quickly.

This victory was undoubtedly brought to them by Anton.

Elena ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up, then came to Anton, looked him up and down with a complicated expression, and asked, "When did you break through?"

"Today," Anton said calmly, "I just broke through not long ago."

Irene nodded without saying anything, but her heart was filled with even more admiration.

The dead Moloch, also a newly promoted Gold rank, was easily killed by Anton.

Having just broken through to the next level, he already possesses the power to easily kill warriors of the same level. Anton's talent is truly unmatched.

The three elders probably already knew about Anton's advancement to the Gold rank, and they were likely quite surprised.