Elven cultivators

Those who have awakened the power of laws often possess a keen intuition far exceeding that of ordinary people.

They have an inexplicable ability to sense things that pose a threat to them.

Zhuo Gu tried to sense the source of this sense of crisis several times, but he couldn't find it.

The magic flowed smoothly, the blood and energy were abundant, and the Sun Emblem continued to steadily enhance the user's abilities without any problems.

"Is it just my imagination?"

Zhuogu suppressed his unease and continued his fierce attack.

However, the sense of crisis did not subside; instead, it grew stronger and stronger, clinging to his heart like a bone-deep ailment, making him restless.

He examined his body again, but still found nothing.

"What exactly happened?"

Zhuo Gu's expression shifted between light and dark, and his offensive unconsciously slowed down a bit.

His gaze swept back and forth between Leonard and Anton, trying to pinpoint the source of the crisis.

Neither Leonard nor Anton could detect anything amiss.

After his expression shifted for a moment, Zhuogu finally decided to follow his intuition and not delay any longer.

He made a decisive move, abandoning his pursuit of Anton and turning to pounce on Leonard.

Since we can't do anything to Anton, let's deal with Leonard first!

The elder's expression changed slightly, and he quickly activated the thorny defense.

But just as Zhuogu turned around, he heard Anton's murmur from behind.

"That's about it."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhuogu's heart clenched.

The next instant, without any warning, countless fine bolts of lightning shot out simultaneously from the gaps between the scales all over his body, like hundreds of silver snakes leaping out of their lair, writhing and hissing wildly in the air.

The lightning bolts were as thin as hair, yet extremely dazzling, almost completely engulfing him.

"ah!!"

Zhuogu let out an extremely shrill scream, his golden-red vertical pupils filled with horror and disbelief.

He frantically channeled the magic power within his body, attempting to suppress the raging lightning that was spreading from within, but to no avail.

Even the power to manipulate the laws of nature cannot stop the lightning that erupts from the depths of the body.

The scales shattered in the lightning, and the blood evaporated before it could flow, turning into a scarlet blood mist that gushed out from between the scales, intertwining with the lightning to form a bizarre and terrifying scene.

Zhuogu trembled violently and fell to the ground like a meteor.

"What happened?"

The elder was taken aback and instinctively looked at Anton.

The latter had an indifferent expression and calm, unwavering eyes.

This was clearly something he had anticipated.

In fact, Zogu's intuition was correct.

Previously, under the cover of the palm lightning, Anton had implanted the Yin Lightning Seed into his body.

This is a special technique he cultivated during his Qi Refining stage, created specifically to overcome the strong with the weak.

If you quietly insert a Yin Thunder Seed into your opponent's body during a fight, it will be like dust entering the sea. When it is not triggered, there will be no abnormality, but it will slowly absorb the target's blood and energy to strengthen itself.

Once the Yin Thunder Seed matures, the caster can detonate it in an instant. The thunder erupts from within, leaving no defense from the outside, making it an insidious and deadly move that is virtually impossible to guard against.

It is best suited for dealing with opponents who are stronger than oneself.

If you can weather the initial disadvantage, you'll have a chance to turn the tide and win.

From the moment Zhuogu failed to detect the existence of the Yin Thunder Seed and was unable to quickly kill Anton, his fate was already sealed.

After only a moment of distraction, the Grand Elder immediately regained his senses and activated the thorns without hesitation.

Countless vines sprouted from the ground, binding Zhuogu tightly. The barbs on the thorns dug deep into the gaps in his scales, which had been torn apart by lightning, frantically draining his magic and life force.

At the same time, Anton suddenly let out a low shout and spat out.

A pure white sword aura flew out of his mouth, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, carrying the sharp intent to cut through everything, and shot straight towards Zhuogu's head.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, and even the light seemed to be cut off.

Sword of Midgard!

Zhuogu's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to dodge, but the thorns entangled him tightly, rendering him unable to move.

The next instant, the sword energy struck his brow.

The intense light, already at its limit, lasted only a moment before brightening rapidly and then dimming and disappearing. The sword energy then pierced through his head.

As blood splattered, Zhuogu's eyes quickly lost their luster, his golden-red vertical pupils turning ashen. His frantically struggling body suddenly froze and then collapsed.

As the thorny vines loosened, Zhuogu's corpse crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The sun emblem on his chest lost its luster, detached from the charred flesh, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

Both sides' Gold-tier combatants stopped fighting simultaneously, staring blankly at the scene before them, their faces glazed over.

No one expected that Zhuogu, who had just been in the lead, would meet his end in an instant.

What exactly happened?

What were those lightning bolts just now?

The members of the Silvermoon Clan were the first to recover, overjoyed, and all looked toward Anton.

It's obvious that those lightning bolts were Anton's doing!

Only Anton could give people such unexpected surprises.

The three dwarf elders exchanged glances, their faces filled with undisguised shock and astonishment.

They never expected that Anton would be able to kill Zogu.

Even if Leonard's assistance played a role, the key to Zogu's death was Anton, that much is certain.

To severely injure or even kill a peak Gold-rank expert who has mastered the power of laws with a Gold-rank body that has not yet awakened the power of laws is simply unheard of!

The three of them were stunned and felt a sense of absurdity, as if they were in a dream.

The other elves and dwarves quickly noticed Drogu's death and erupted in thunderous cheers, their morale soaring.

In contrast, the morale of the lizardman army, which had already plummeted to rock bottom, collapsed completely in an instant, and they all dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

Even those few gold-tier dragon lizardmen, upon regaining their senses, immediately turned and ran.

Even the leader has died in battle. If we continue to stay here, our fate will be to be buried with the leader.

The most urgent task is to immediately return to the tribe, lead the people away from their settlement, and head to the city of Kresollong to seek refuge with Lord Marcus. Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope there.

"Chase!"

Seeing the enemy fleeing, Cedric immediately ordered a pursuit.

The elf and dwarf warriors, their morale soaring, surged towards the routed lizardman army like a tidal wave.

At that moment, all the gold-ranked warriors and spellcasters present, including Anton, suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable panic and a chill run down their spines.

Following the unseen divine inspiration, everyone looked towards the horizon and saw a figure flying rapidly toward them.

At first it was just a blurry black dot, but it expanded rapidly at an alarming rate.

In the blink of an eye, a huge figure came into view.

That was a giant dragon!

A genuine dragon!