“This thing has three weak points that must be struck simultaneously!” Lian’s eyes shimmered as she quickly identified the fragile nodes beneath the surface. “They are located at the tip, the center, and the base!”
“Three spots? And they have to be hit at the exact same time?”
Xia Duo quickly surveyed the massive bone spike before her, which stood as tall as a three-story building, her face clouding with concern.
“Leave the bottom node to me! You and Po Kong take the top two.” Little Gold’s hands erupted once more with the same golden flames as his father, the Gold Flame Dragon King, as he nodded firmly to the two of them.
“Alright! I’ll count to three. Little Shadow, Little Gold, attack with me!” Po Kong-Mars shouted in delight and immediately began the countdown.
“Three... two... one! Go!”
The three figures moved in unison.
Xia Duo’s arrow, wrapped in spiraling energy, pierced the air and struck the tip. Po Kong-Mars leaped into the sky, his golden Sacred Wood Phantom descending with the force of a mountain-cleaving blow against the middle section. Little Gold transformed into a streak of golden lightning, his palms slicing through the base like sharp blades.
The moment the three forces hit simultaneously, a deafening explosion erupted from within the bone spike.
Web-like cracks spread rapidly from the three points of impact. Finally, with a mournful groan, the spike crumbled into a cloud of debris.
With their first success, their subsequent actions became much smoother.
Working with seamless coordination, they repeated the process and quickly destroyed three more bone spikes in succession.
As these “mothers” were destroyed, the number of monsters that had previously blotted out the sky was visibly brought under control.
Perhaps even Desdoraka hadn’t anticipated that his spawn’s weaknesses would be identified so easily.
However, maintaining such high-intensity, wide-range magic was a massive challenge for Starlight and Moen.
Just a few minutes of this offensive had nearly depleted their mana reserves.
Starlight was relatively fine; the mana reserves of the Radiant Elemental Body were staggering. Depleting his water elements didn’t have a particularly significant impact on him.
But Moen was different. She didn't possess Starlight’s abnormal constitution. The prolonged casting had already turned her face pale, and the stray hairs on her forehead were soaked with sweat.
“Only one left! Moen, you rest first. Leave the rest to us.” Seeing Moen’s deathly pale face and her trembling fingertips, Starlight couldn't help but reach out to support her shoulder, speaking softly.
But Moen shook her head stubbornly, her slender fingers gripping her short staff tightly.
“No... I can still fight.”
She wiped the cold sweat from her brow and took out a translucent crystal bottle from her storage space.
The bottle contained a liquid that looked like liquid emerald, shimmering brilliantly even in the dim light.
“What is that?”
Starlight was momentarily stunned. He had never seen this potion before, but judging by the radiance it emitted, it was clearly no ordinary item.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Moen tilted her head back and drank the liquid. In an instant, a surge of surging mana erupted from within her like a whirlwind.
When Moen opened her eyes again, a leaf-shaped pattern appeared deep within her azure pupils, and even the tips of her hair glowed with a faint green light.
Little Gold’s eyes widened in surprise. “Moen, your body... it’s glowing!”
“Aunt Angela gave this to me before we left. It’s the World Tree Essence. Although it is incredibly precious, I believe now is the necessary moment.”
Moen’s voice was no longer weak; it carried a majesty that belonged only to those of high status.
With a gentle wave of her short staff, countless sprouts burst from the ground, transforming into dozens of emerald vines as thick as water barrels. They coiled around the final bone spike like giant serpents.
Crack!
In just a few breaths, the indestructible bone spike was crushed into fragments by the constricting vines.
The flowers blooming on the vines then dissolved every shard until not even a trace of residue remained.
“Little Crescent, you were hiding such a good thing! Why didn't you use it earlier? Is there any left? Give us some too!”
Po Kong-Mars watched the bone spike turn to dust and spoke with a face full of surprise.
Unlike his expectant expression, Xia Duo pinched his waist hard, making him wince in pain. She then stepped quickly to Moen’s side, her face grave.
“Stop messing around! Even the Saint Rank Elders wouldn't dare use World Tree Essence lightly. Do you have any idea how terrifying the backlash can be?”
“It’s okay, Sister. I know what I’m doing.”
Moen took a deep breath, seemingly controlling the power that was nearly overflowing within her, and then turned her gaze toward the other chaotic battlefield.
By now, very few of the small monsters in the air remained; Starlight alone was enough to suppress the mindless creatures.
However, the remaining bone dragons were a different story. Among everyone present, only the virtually uninjured Yserazor could hold off two of them; the others were struggling to hold their ground.
Imira and Idra, the two adult Blue Dragons, were showing signs of faltering under the assault of the bone dragons, which were a size smaller than them.
The magic they specialized in was completely unable to repel the bone dragons, which possessed exceptionally high magic resistance. Even using their Origin Breath only managed to slightly delay the enemies' movements.
Lions, the Saint Bow Ranger who was still recovering from his heavy injuries, fared even worse. He could only barely stall one bone dragon by relying on his agile movement.
Moen gritted her teeth, the emerald patterns in her eyes spreading like vines. Enduring the surging waves of energy within her, she traced a magic formation in the air.
The next second, four pillars of emerald light shot into the sky, precisely landing on the four Saint Rank powerhouses locked in battle.
“This is...?”
Yserazor looked back in surprise at his wing membrane, which had been pierced by the bone dragon’s spikes.
The corroded wounds were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye. The death power, which had been like a persistent parasite, retreated as if it had met its natural enemy.
Imira and Idra let out a refreshed dragon roar simultaneously. An emerald light pattern flowed across their ice-blue scales, and even their nearly depleted mana began to surge once more.
Idra tentatively exhaled a frost mist at his opponent and was pleasantly surprised to find that his breath was entwined with emerald natural energy, searing the dark red blood vessels on the bone dragon’s surface with a sizzling sound.
“The power of the World Tree...”
Xia Duo murmured as she watched the scene, her eyes filled with shock.
She knew very well that performing a group blessing of this magnitude—especially on adult dragons—would not be easy even for Angela herself.
“Go, quickly! Help them end the battle! I can’t maintain this for long!”
At Moen’s urging, the group suddenly snapped back to their senses.
“Little Shadow, we’ll take one side each! Little Gold, follow me!”
Po Kong-Mars immediately gave a look to Xia Duo and Little Gold, leading the charge toward the bone dragon Idra was fighting.
In a battle of this Saint Rank caliber, the roles Little Gold and Lian could play were minimal. However, Little Gold could fly in his half-dragon form, which was a great help to Po Kong-Mars.
While the bone dragon was still locked in combat with Idra, Little Gold dragged Po Kong-Mars behind the bone dragon.
“Now!”
Po Kong-Mars seized the moment and released Little Gold’s hand. A dazzling golden light ignited on the Sacred Wood Phantom. Using the momentum of his fall, he struck the bone dragon’s cervical joint like a falling meteor.
Crack!
A crisp snapping sound erupted from the bone dragon’s neck as the Sacred Wood Phantom carved a massive crack into it.
Seeing Po Kong-Mars’s successful sneak attack, Idra naturally wouldn't miss this perfect opportunity.
The massive adult Blue Dragon suddenly reared up, slamming his full weight onto the bone dragon’s head while his forelimbs locked around the enemy’s neck like iron pincers.
Sensing Idra’s intent, the bone dragon began to struggle frantically. Death energy tore through the natural blessing like sharp blades, carving several deep wounds into Idra’s belly.
“Roar—!”
Idra let out a roar of pain but refused to let go.
The frustrating battles he had endured recently had already ignited his fury. The muscles beneath his dragon scales tensed like steel.
Ignoring the blood gushing from his abdomen, he opened his maw wide and bit down hard, his sharp teeth sinking deep into the crack Po Kong-Mars had created.
Crunch, crunch—
Amidst a dense series of cracking sounds, the fissures on the bone armor spread rapidly like a spiderweb.
At that moment, a brilliant light flashed in Idra’s eyes, and a glow began to shine deep within his throat.
A second later, an Origin Breath struck the bone dragon’s wound at point-blank range, pouring into its body through the cracks.
This strike carried all of Idra’s strength. Amidst the blinding blue light, the bone dragon’s cervical vertebrae first developed fine cracks, then exploded violently.
The headless torso twitched a few times before finally collapsing into a pile of smoldering black bone shards.
On the other side of the battlefield, Xia Duo moved through the shadows like a ghost.
As an archer, she didn't possess Po Kong-Mars’s unstoppable power. Instead, she used Lian’s ability to find the perfect killing angle.
Though the bone dragon’s outer armor was incredibly hard, the eye socket where the soul fire flickered was completely undefended.
“Left eye socket. The soul fire is shifted two inches to the right.”
Lian’s voice rang directly in Xia Duo’s mind through the soul link. Three arrows inscribed with magic-breaking runes were already notched on her bowstring.
At that moment, the frost breath from Imira’s mouth temporarily froze the bone dragon’s right claw, causing its movements to stall. Xia Duo finally saw her chance.
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