Chapter 69: Death Match, Ice Dragon, Demon Sword

Suddenly, a torrential rain poured down.

Tentacles writhed and splattered a deluge of needle-like streams.

The high-pressure water could sever steel, and the boy, aware of the danger of the strike, danced away with agility, creating distance before the downpour could cover him.

At the same time, the ice-blue dragon girl transformed into a shooting star, treading along the rock wall, unfurling her wings, and showing off her long, slender legs packed with explosive power.

Her delicate toes, just like her hands, were covered with sharp claws.

The girl came at him like a wild beast, using hands and feet alike, while the boy brandished his twin swords in readiness.

Ice and fire clashed once more, the flashing edges of their weapons accompanied by sparks and shards of ice, continually appearing between them.

His breathtaking sword skills compensated for the disadvantage in numbers, but the chilling winds snuffed out the flames on his blades. The cold girl, leveraging her raw strength, landed a blow that sent both swords flying from the boy’s hands.

“Ha ha! Got you… Pfft!”

Before the deadly claws could strike again, a heavy dragon pressure exploded like thunder.

Taking advantage of the girl’s momentary freeze, the black-haired boy pressed forward instead of retreating, his dragon scale armor glinting, his iron will solidified, and he unleashed a heavy punch that completely shattered the girl’s snarl.

Accompanied by her somewhat ridiculous scream, the cultist priest of the evil dragon was sent flying, crashing into the debris.

The fire that clung to his fist turned his right hand as black as coal, but he ignored the pain and rushed after her with his sword.

However, eight tentacles disregarding the threat of purification surged forth again.

The boy cursed at their persistence, drawing the sword of purification to sever the advancing tentacles while evading his opponent’s onslaught with unpredictable footwork, flowing like water.

Unexpectedly, just as he escaped the range of attack, a few skeleton soldiers lunged out from a blind spot, grabbing him tightly.

Then a massive axe swung in with a furious roar from the undead warrior, slicing through the skeletons like a wild beast!

The skeletons were shredded to pieces under the terrifying force, and the boy was sent flying by the axe, his dragon scales cracking and a streak of crimson spilling out.

Roy plunged his sword into the ground, barely steadying himself while blood involuntarily spilled from his mouth, his expression growing darker.

On the other side, the three cult priests looked increasingly frantic, giving him no breathing room as they pressed their assault again.

The outcome of the Ice Rose and Burned Heart was uncertain; they needed to eliminate Roy before things got convoluted.

The longer it dragged on, the more variables. In fact, failing to kill Roy at the onset of battle had already fallen outside their plan.

Chilly mist and yellow-green miasma covered the sun, transforming it into a dark cage. Golden thunder and rotting vultures in the sky danced and roared, heightening the atmosphere of bloodshed.

Frost whistled, the undead were in turmoil, and tentacles writhed.

Endless undead beings, tiresome tentacles, and the powerful ice dragon girl wove together a hellish scene.

Yet amidst this hellish landscape, a figure stood out in bright crimson, repeatedly slicing through the never-ending undead, severing the twisted tentacles time and again, risking his body even as flames consumed him to confront the ice dragon.

Time passed—how long, he could not tell. The golden-winged griffin broke through the corrosive miasma, tearing the old man in half. Roy finally seized the chance to decapitate an undead warrior with the Blade of Purification.

After numerous skirmishes, bright ice blooms erupted in the distance, but there was not a flicker of flame in sight; silence reigned. Seizing the moment while the enemy was distracted, Roy hurled the Purifying Spear, pinning the Octopus firmly against the rock wall—no longer would he worry about the tentacle threats.

At an unknown point, the half-dragon girl roared in anger, convinced she found an opening, snapping Roy’s weapon in hand and lunging madly to shred her nemesis. However, a heavy punch enveloped in flames sent her flying once more, her previously delicate features distorted as the ice dragon’s scales were shattered.

All of this was sending the already frenzied cultists into a deeper madness.

From the initial savage grins to tense expressions, the priests of the evil god had become completely hysterical.

Supernatural abilities and bloodline levels could no longer determine the balance of victory; careful ambush plans had devolved into a pure contest of physical and willpower limits.

But mortals eventually die.

After one more repulsion of Mina, Roy aimed to pursue with his sword, only to find his body suddenly sway, out of control.

Dizziness from excessive blood loss was not something willpower could overcome.

And the Corrupted Hand seized this chance to unleash its notorious killing move.

The ground beneath the boy glowed with a magic array, countless rotten hands emerging from it. Even the sea emperor’s pure power wasn’t afraid of the undead’s corrosion, but the hands anchored him like chains.

Roy instantly released Purification, turning the ghastly hands into sludge and pulling away, but he was still a step too late.

The ice dragon girl sharply arched her back, gathering a brilliant deep blue in her mouth that darkened the skies.

In that moment, the boy’s narrowed eyes were met with dragon king pressure, making her pause for a beat. Then, she emitted a dissonant, ear-splitting sound, using the aquatic tribe’s song to block her movements.

Yet, the countless skeletons swarmed in again, blocking his path, turning the hard-won opportunity into a fleeting dream.

“This time, it has to end.”

The ice dragon girl roared from above, the icy torrent rushing in like an unstoppable avalanche, blotting out the sun.

The boy promptly drew his sword and swung out the Ember Extinction, but this time, the fire dragon’s roar was not as unbreakable as before; under the cold waves’ glimmer, it gradually extinguished, like a candle swallowed by chilling rain.

In her final attack, Mina held nothing back, unleashing her full power—a rank 5 couldn’t take it head-on.

And the dragon’s flame waned, further solidifying Mina’s confidence.

He couldn’t hold on any longer!

Ultimately, he was just a mere mortal; no matter how much he struggled, before my king’s great power, there’s always a limit!

And right now, was your last limit—

The girl’s smile completely froze.

Because in the boy’s hand, who knew when, a blood-red longsword had appeared.

A supernatural weapon, and one of rank 5!

Just one slash, yet it radiated ghastly aura.

A stream of blood burst forth, breaking through her icy storm.

“Dragon Blood! Give me Dragon Blood!”

The sword light howled, bloody like flames, akin to a fierce tornado, forcing back the explosive dragon breath inch by inch.

Mina’s eyes widened in horror, unable to comprehend what this power was, pouring every ounce of strength she had to counter it, but only managed to block for a moment before being overwhelmed by the exaggerated speed.

Then, as if a blade sliced through immovable ice, the blood-colored sword energy shattered the freezing dragon breath, cutting through the land with deadly intent.

The hurriedly turning mage, the boy nailed to the wall, and even the ice dragon girl wearing dragon scales were all mercilessly swept by this bloody line.

Blood splattered, rocks shattered, and after this surge of blood energy, the valley fell into complete silence.

   

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