Starlight seized the opportunity. The Power of Destruction condensed at his fingertips immediately probed into the wound, and under Lian’s guidance, it struck precisely at the source of the rampaging energy.
The moment the Power of Destruction touched the core, the emerald orb of light surged violently.
Starlight immediately manipulated the spike of destruction to transform into a vortex, surrounding the rampaging energy and decomposing it bit by bit.
The process was like dancing on the edge of a blade—too much force would damage Moen’s origin, while too little would fail to contain the rampage.
As the rampaging energy was gradually decomposed, the wood-like patterns beneath Moen’s skin began to slowly recede.
She suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a large mouthful of pale green liquid.
Although the scene looked terrifying, the liquid was actually the stagnant energy residue that had been trapped inside her body.
With the discharge of these residues, her aura became much more stable, and she was clearly out of danger.
When the last wisp of rampaging energy was neutralized by the Power of Destruction, Starlight slumped to the ground in exhaustion.
Even with Noah’s assistance, such delicate work had consumed a massive amount of his mental power. His right palm was covered in scorch marks—the backlash from overusing the Power of Destruction.
But Starlight didn't care about his injured palm at all; his gaze was locked tightly on Moen’s pale face.
It was only when the girl’s sapphire eyes finally fluttered open that his tense body finally relaxed.
“Why do you all... have such serious expressions on your faces?”
She gently raised her hand, using her fingertips to touch the remaining emerald specks of light at the tips of her hair. “It seems I’ve... been infected by Po Kong-Mars. Did I get a bit too hot-headed?”
Moen turned her head and met Starlight’s gaze, a faint smile appearing on her face.
“What? Little Crescent, that’s slander! Ugh...” Po Kong-Mars raised an eyebrow and was about to argue when Xia Duo covered his mouth.
“Heh... it’s all his fault, you’re right. We’re even this time. How are you feeling?” Starlight responded warmly, looking at Moen’s still somewhat weak, smiling face.
A soft glow emanated from his fingertips as he carefully checked the balance of energy within her body.
“How do you feel now? Any discomfort, dizziness, or anything like that?”
“I’m really fine. Don’t look at me like I’m a patient.”
Ignoring the expressions on their faces, Moen spoke as she sat up from the ground.
She wasn't forcing herself; after that brief sensation of weakness vanished, she actually felt that her internal state was surprisingly good, with an unprecedented surge of vitality flowing through her.
As it turned out, once the source of the rampage was precisely broken by the Power of Destruction, the remaining natural energy in her body lost its focus. It was no longer violent, instead nourishing her meridians as gently as spring rain.
This purest energy essence was now perfectly merging into Moen’s bloodline.
She tried moving her fingers, and a shimmer of emerald light flowed around her fingertips like water, visibly more solid and agile than before.
“This...” Xia Duo keenly noticed the change in her sister’s aura. “Has your mana purity increased?”
Moen nodded, her eyes flashing with a light of pleasant surprise. “Yes, it seems this was a blessing in disguise.”
She gave a light wave of her hand, and a green light filled with vitality swept over Starlight’s scorched palm. The wounds that she previously couldn't have healed quickly began to mend at a rate visible to the naked eye.
During the time spent treating Moen, everyone who had finished their battles had gathered nearby.
Seeing that she had recovered safely, joy appeared on everyone’s faces. Little Gold even rushed forward and hugged Moen around the waist.
However, amidst this relaxed atmosphere, only Yserazor looked solemn, gazing up at the sky.
He knew better than anyone that the small victory on the ground was merely a prelude; the battlefield that would truly decide everyone’s fate was unfolding tens of thousands of feet in the air.
“Stay alert. Don’t celebrate too early.”
His low voice caused everyone to fall silent instantly, and they all looked toward the high heavens.
Right at that moment, a deafening explosion echoed from the sky. A massive shockwave and brilliant light tore through the thick clouds like a doomsday aurora.
Immediately following that, countless burning fragments fell like meteors, each piece containing peerless power.
Looking closely, those fragments were actually pieces of dragon scales flying in all directions.
Each falling scale trailed a long plume of flame through the air, exploding into a crater several meters wide upon impact with the ground.
Even more terrifyingly, the energy on these scales was corroding everything it touched; rocks, soil, and even the air were making a sizzling sound as they were eroded.
To protect them, Yserazor quickly propped up a spatial barrier, shielding everyone behind him.
High in the sky, three figures were weaving through the shattered clouds, constantly colliding. Every clash caused the entire sky to tremble.
The pitch-black Dragon God's husk had been fully unleashed under Desdoraka’s control. Its wings, like black clouds, blotted out the sun, with countless dark red energy veins flowing beneath every scale.
Everywhere it passed, space underwent intense distortion, as if even the sky itself was being corroded.
Meeting it head-on was the golden meteor that was Seranox. Every line on his pure gold scales burned with raging flames, as brilliant as the sun.
Unlike before, his dragon horns had fully extended under the burning golden flames, forming the shape of a flame crown atop his head.
You’s figure was the most elusive. The clear Night God's power had condensed into a translucent set of armor on his body, and the weapon in his hand had transformed into a pure silver spear.
Though his attacks weren't as grand as the Gold Flame Dragon King’s, every thrust of his spear left a silver spot of light on Desdoraka’s pitch-black body, constantly dissolving the death energy on him.
As the three powerhouses, whose strength had stepped into the Half-God realm, unleashed their full power simultaneously, the entire vault of heaven was divided into three distinct domains.
Boom!
Another thunderous roar rang out, and an invisible ripple swept across the sky like a tide, completely evaporating the clouds for dozens of miles around.
The accompanying blinding light forced everyone on the ground to close their eyes.
When Starlight opened his eyes again, he saw a terrifying energy vortex in the high sky. Gold, silver, and black were tearing at each other like wild beasts, and even the surrounding space showed signs of collapsing.
After this collision, the thing Starlight feared most finally happened.
Though it was subtle, he noticed that the gold and silver lights in the sky were being gradually devoured by the boundless darkness.
Desdoraka flapped its wings, whipping up a pitch-black whirlwind laden with the scent of death. Seranox and You were thrown back almost simultaneously, tracing two pathetic trajectories through the air.
The power surging within this Dragon God's husk was no longer the original pure divine power, but the death energy that had been stagnating within it for tens of thousands of years.
This death energy, mixed with the Ultimate Darkness of Salenzo, had already mutated into something even more terrifying.
Furthermore, the Gold Flame Dragon King was already injured and had lost the enhancement of the Crown of Gold Horn not long ago. If he hadn't forcibly boosted his bloodline power through the Dragon Ancestor's Legacy Scale, he likely wouldn't have lasted this long.
And things were even worse on You’s side; his body was only enough to support one full-power battle, and under these circumstances, something could go wrong at any moment.
Looking closely, the Night God's power covering him had dimmed significantly, and the edge of the spear in his hand was no longer as sharp as it had been at the start.
“Do you see?” Desdoraka’s dual voices rang out in the high sky, as grating as metal scraping against metal. “This is the difference between mortals and gods!”
Following this declaration, the black mist swirling around it suddenly materialized, condensing into countless dark red spears of hideous design.
A viscous substance resembling blood flowed over the surface of these spears as they shot toward the Gold Flame Dragon King and You like a torrential rain.
Facing the overwhelming onslaught of dark red spears, Seranox threw back his head and let out a long roar, the crown atop his head suddenly erupting with a brilliance as bright as the sun.
Pure golden divine fire erupted from the gaps between every dragon scale, constructing a heaven-reaching flame barrier before him and You.
Sizzle—
As the first wave of dark red spears struck the wall of fire, the piercing sound of corrosion rang through the heavens.
The weapons containing death energy struggled violently within the divine fire, instantly vaporizing into plumes of black mist with a sulfurous smell.
However, with every spear incinerated, the light of the golden wall of fire dimmed slightly.
As time passed, Desdoraka’s offensive showed no signs of stopping, yet Seranox’s body had begun to tremble slightly, and the flames on his crown started to flicker.
“Something’s wrong! The Gold Flame Dragon King and Senior You are in danger!”
Starlight watched the darkening sky and suddenly turned to Yserazor, asking anxiously, “We have to go up and help! Is there any way?”
Yserazor’s eyes flickered with uncertainty; he certainly knew where the problem lay.
“It’s hard... the death power in the air is too concentrated.”
He hadn't been idle either, having made some attempts with his own abilities, but every time he extended his spatial power toward the sky, he found that even his own power was being corroded by the death energy above.
If even a Dragon King like him was in such a state, then with the strength of the others, they likely wouldn't even have the qualifications to enter the area around that battlefield.
Once caught within it, they would be corroded into dry bones in a matter of seconds.
“Is there really no other way?” Starlight gritted his teeth. He could use the Power of Destruction to coat his body and offset the corrosion of death, but the backlash from the Power of Destruction would be equally severe.
“How about... sending me up?” Po Kong-Mars suddenly stepped forward. “Since the Gold Flame Dragon King’s power can withstand the death energy, then my War God Battle Qi should be able to as well...”
“Nonsense!”
Yserazor sternly interrupted him. “Why don't you think about my boss’s strength versus yours? If I send you up there, aren't you just going to your death?”
In the oppressive atmosphere, Moen gently pressed her still-glowing chest and sighed softly. “Perhaps... the remaining World Tree Essence in my body can do it.”
“That’s too dangerous!” Xia Duo’s expression changed, and she grabbed Moen’s wrist. “Your injuries have only just stabilized. If you use the power of the World Tree again—”
Moen raised her eyes, her sapphire pupils reflecting the energy storm intensifying high in the sky.
She shook her head slightly. “Sister, if even the Dragon King and Lord You are defeated... where else can we retreat to?”
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