“Ahem... Starlight, I have an idea.”
Yserazor seemed to see his dilemma and cleared his throat to speak.
“Hmm?”
Yserazor was panting heavily, but a shrewd light flickered in his eyes. “Listen, kid. We can do a relay—you maintain this parallel space, and I...”
He grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. “I planted a spatial marker on Cantia the first time we fought. No matter how fast she flies, I can send Po Kong right behind her with perfect precision!”
“Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and transfer control of the space to me!” Starlight replied immediately, without a second thought.
“It’s not that simple. Controlling a space of this scale might be a bit taxing for you, and there’s still considerable danger.” Yserazor shook his head solemnly, his gaze falling on Imira and Idra.
Without the help of the Dragon Ancestor's Legacy Scale, the two of them could not yet take human form. If the parallel space had to encompass everyone, it would be a terrifying burden.
“There’s no time to think about that! Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do my best!”
“Are you really sure?”
“Just start!”
“Fine. You’ve got guts, kid. I’ll count down from three. Get ready!”
Without further delay, Yserazor raised a massive dragon claw the size of a carriage and extended a single finger before Starlight’s eyes.
“Three, two, one—take it!”
The moment Yserazor’s voice fell, Starlight’s pupils suddenly constricted.
He could feel countless invisible spatial threads suddenly connecting to his nerves, and the space spanning hundreds of meters instantly weighed down on him.
Only now did he understand why, even with Yserazor’s strength, he could only maintain this space for a few minutes.
“Argh—!”
It was a pain like being pierced by ten thousand needles, the most direct impact of spatial power on his physical body.
He slumped to his knees, blood seeping from both his eyes and nostrils. But his hands slammed into the ground, holding firm to ensure the space didn't ripple in the slightest.
“Starlight!” Moen rushed over, wanting to heal him, but her hand was blocked by a layer of spatial power half a meter away.
“I’m... fine. You guys, hurry!” Starlight propped up his body and wiped the blood from his face, his voice determined.
“Kid, start charging up now! Don’t worry about hiding your presence; I’ll use spatial power to send you straight up!” Seeing Starlight holding the entire space together, Yserazor didn't dare dawdle. He turned and barked at Po Kong.
Po Kong, who had been looking worried, immediately closed his eyes. He didn't dare waste a second.
A golden glow lit up from his chest, then converged onto his left arm, and the golden greatsword appeared in his hand.
Fortunately, they were still within the parallel space, so the aura leaking from Po Kong couldn't be detected by the outside world. He quickly channeled all his power into the Divine Artifact, completing his charge.
Seeing this, Yserazor immediately drew a circle in the air with a sharp nail. A spherical space instantly enveloped Po Kong’s body, completely hiding his presence.
This magic was exceptionally sophisticated. Except for a ring of water-like ripples at the edge of that space, even Xia Duo and the others standing right next to him couldn't detect a thing.
“Alright, that’s perfect! Off you go!” Yserazor nodded with satisfaction. He grabbed the spatial sphere, and his massive body vanished from the parallel space.
High in the sky, the two Dragon Kings were still locked in a fierce battle, completely failing to notice the anomaly below.
In truth, Seranox was fighting with extreme frustration. Cantia had no intention of facing him head-on; instead, she flickered through the high altitude like a slippery loach.
Although her magic couldn't cause him any substantial harm, having just gone through a major battle underground, he was currently exhausted just trying to keep up.
If the Crown of Gold Horn weren't damaged, he could have flooded the entire space with Dragon Might. If he had, no matter how strong Cantia was, she would have been suppressed.
Furthermore, he couldn't easily use the power within the Dragon Ancestor's Legacy Scale yet. After all, he still didn't know when Salenzo might break free.
Just as he was considering reverting to his true form to decide the outcome with his full strength, Yserazor’s dark green figure suddenly appeared behind Cantia.
A roar that shook the clouds erupted from his throat. Powerful spatial power poured down like a waterfall, instantly condensing into a massive transparent bubble around Cantia—one of the Rift Dragon King’s signature techniques, “Spatial Imprisonment”!
“What? You actually dared to come out of your turtle shell? Just a simple spatial binding...” Cantia was momentarily stunned, but then the crystal on her chest glowed brilliantly, instantly puncturing the layer of spatial power.
“Of course I know my magic can’t hold you!” A smirk appeared on Yserazor’s face. “Holding you for just this split second is enough.”
In the instant the spatial bubble burst, Cantia failed to notice a much smaller spatial sphere silently landing on her back.
Poof!
Upon hearing the soft sound, Cantia instinctively turned her head, but she was met with the overwhelming pressure of a Divine Artifact.
The golden greatsword in Po Kong’s hand had already risen like the morning sun, painting her vision a stark white.
“Oh no!”
Cantia’s pupils shrank, and the composure on her face vanished.
She twisted her body violently, intending to flip over and shake Po Kong off, but Yserazor wasn't about to give her that chance.
“Don’t even think about it!”
The Rift Dragon King clenched his claws in mid-air. Just as Cantia’s body began to move, another Spatial Imprisonment appeared, slowing her movements by another half-second.
And that half-second was exactly the opening Po Kong needed!
“Yserazor! You damned thing!”
“Howling... Moon... Flash!”
Po Kong’s roar and the hum of the Divine Artifact exploded simultaneously. The greatsword in his hand turned into a golden crescent, stabbing deep into Cantia’s back.
“Aaaaah—!”
Cantia let out a heart-wrenching scream. Her massive body twisted frantically in the air, instantly flinging Po Kong away.
Yserazor flickered through the air, appearing steadily in the path of Po Kong’s fall to catch him.
“Nicely done, kid!” the Rift Dragon King grinned.
They naturally didn't expect this single blow to kill Cantia. A dragon’s back scales could be said to be the sturdiest part of their entire body.
However, after taking a hit from a Divine Artifact, even a Dragon King’s body would certainly suffer a significant wound.
“You despicable wretches! You... all of you deserve to die!”
Cantia roared as she turned her head, opening her massive maw toward Yserazor’s direction. A terrifying vibration began brewing in her throat.
This move was the same kind of dragon breath Imira and the others had used before—a trump card used by overdrawing one’s life essence. Under normal circumstances, it wasn't something to be used lightly.
But at this moment, Cantia’s eyes were bloodshot. She no longer cared about her own situation; she had only one thought: to kill the two who had ambushed her!
“Madwoman, you still have the mind to fight me? If I were you, I’d look over there.” Yserazor extended a claw, lazily pointing behind her.
Normally, if Yserazor saw an opponent using such a suicidal skill, he would have fled far away. But now was different, because the one person who truly understood Cantia had already arrived...
At those words, all the scales on Cantia’s body stood on end. She felt a bone-chilling heat rapidly approaching from her side.
Reflected in Cantia’s eyes was an approaching golden sun—Seranox had finally revealed his true dragon form!
His hundred-meter-long gold and red dragon body was fully unfurled, with materialized golden flames burning on every single scale.
Most terrifying of all was the platinum-gold light sphere condensing in his mouth, compressing enough energy within to vaporize an entire mountain range.
“Farewell... sister.”
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