However, that single second was all the three elven Saints hiding behind Imira needed to find an opening.
Lions, positioned in the rear, drew back his man-height longbow. In the next instant, a milky-white light arrow tore through the sky, streaking toward Salenzo’s face.
This was the full-power strike of a Saint Bow Ranger, carrying far more momentum than Xia Duo’s attacks.
The light arrow instantly pierced through the black flames in the air and slammed directly into Desdoraka’s chest.
The impact caused a crack to splinter across a scale on the face upon his chest.
“Dark Moon—Twin Star Fall!”
Following the light arrow’s trail, El and Liu Ye struck almost simultaneously, their weapons driving deep into that same crack.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the combined assault of the three Saints actually forced Desdoraka’s massive frame back several meters, leaving a wound several meters long on the face of his chest.
Curiously, no blood flowed from the wound. Instead, plumes of dark red mist billowed out, rapidly filling the gash.
Although the strike hadn't dealt any substantial damage, it had thoroughly enraged him.
“Damned insects! You all must die!”
The spears that had been suppressing the Gold Flame Dragon King and You suddenly pivoted in mid-air, locking onto the five attackers.
Just as the rain of death was about to pour down, the space behind Desdoraka distorted. Two massive figures abruptly appeared behind him.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Yserazor had used instant movement to bring Idra and Po Kong-Mars behind the enemy.
“Roar—!”
Idra unleashed a massive blast of frost breath against Desdoraka’s undefended back, coating his dorsal scales in a layer of frost.
At the same time, Po Kong-Mars leaped down, landing squarely on the Black Dragon’s back.
“It’s right there—the seventh vertebra! That’s the weakest point! Destroy it!”
Following Noah’s guidance, Po Kong-Mars narrowed his eyes and quickly locked onto his target.
“Cloud-Shattering Flash!”
With a loud shout, the Sacred Wood Phantom in his hands erupted with dazzling golden light as he swung it down fiercely upon the bone joint.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound echoed across the battlefield as spiderweb-like cracks radiated rapidly from the point of impact.
Under the dual assault of War God Battle Qi and dragon breath, the bone spike on the Black Dragon’s back snapped.
“It’s not enough!”
Silver light flared in the Rift Dragon King’s eyes as he stared at the fractured wound.
“Spatial Tear!”
He slashed his claws through the air, and a spatial rift opened once more over the existing wound, tearing a massive gash over ten meters long into Desdoraka’s back.
Through the mangled flesh, the internal structure became clearly visible.
On Desdoraka’s pale vertebrae lay a pulsing, dark red orb of flesh—the very weakness Noah had identified.
“Awoo—Roar!”
This was the first time since Desdoraka’s emergence that he had let out a roar of genuine agony.
Along with that sky-shaking roar, his scales stood on end, and viscous black flames erupted from every gap between them.
This was no ordinary dragon flame, but an annihilation fire fused with divinity and death energy. Everywhere it touched, space itself was scorched with charred marks.
“Oh no! Get back here!”
Seeing the black flames of death about to swallow Po Kong-Mars, Yserazor swung his claws again.
The pocket of space containing Po Kong-Mars and Idra was forcibly “rolled up” like a scroll, and the man and dragon were ejected near the Rift Dragon King just in the nick of time.
Even so, the power of nature protecting Idra and Po Kong-Mars had been mostly eroded by the surging death energy.
Desdoraka’s frantic struggles sent waves of black flames billowing through the space, and the violent energy turbulence forced everyone back over a hundred meters.
The crazed monster roared, his voice laced with Salenzo’s venomous curses.
“Damn you! Damn you! Damn you! You insects! How dare you desecrate my glorious divine body!”
In the exact moment he roared, Yserazor hurled a spatial sphere toward the wound on his back.
The surging black flames instantly shattered the outer defenses of the spatial sphere, revealing Starlight and Noah within.
Immediately after, the Nature's Blessing bestowed by Moen was eroded by the overwhelming death energy, vanishing without a trace within a single second.
Just as the fire of death was about to entwine around Starlight, the pure white Power of Destruction rose from his body once more, temporarily shielding him.
Under the protection of these three layers of power, Starlight finally broke through the blockade of death energy and successfully landed on the wound on Desdoraka’s back.
“Move in! Get me as close as possible!” Noah shouted.
Without hesitation, Starlight snatched the book from his belt. Just as the Power of Destruction on his body was about to collapse, he slammed the volume hard against the pulsing dark red orb of flesh.
Flutter, flutter, flutter...
The moment it touched Desdoraka, the rose-red gem on the book’s cover erupted with unparalleled brilliance, and its pages flipped frantically amidst the energy storm.
Noah’s soul form emerged from the book. His vast soul power transformed into a transparent chain that pierced through the wound and into Desdoraka’s exposed core.
“Well done!”
Seeing Starlight and Noah successfully hit their mark, the nearby Yserazor was overjoyed.
But just as he intended to brave the residual black flames to pull them back, something unexpected happened.
Glug... glug...
The hideous wound on Desdoraka’s back suddenly began to writhe strangely, the dark red flesh proliferating frantically like a living thing.
In the blink of an eye, those chunks of rotting flesh completely transformed, turning into two massive palms of flesh that slammed together, sealing Starlight and Noah inside!
“No!”
The spatial power Yserazor released was instantly severed, leaving him to watch helplessly as the massive palms of flesh slammed shut.
As Starlight’s figure vanished, Desdoraka’s massive body began to convulse and twist uncontrollably.
The dark red veins beneath his scales erupted with energy like burst pipes, and pitch-black death power swept across the sky like a tide, staining the heavens for dozens of miles in the color of ink.
“You insects... what have you done?!”
The shrill voice was a mixture of Salenzo’s malice and the instinctive wailing of the Dragon God's husk.
Within the churning black tide, countless faces like vengeful spirits flickered in and out of view, as if even space itself were being dissolved by this rampaging energy.
Just as the tide of death was about to swallow everyone, a light interweaving gold and red suddenly tore through the black curtain.
Seranox and You arrived in an instant, forcibly carving out a path of survival within the absolute domain of death!
“Go!”
The Gold Flame Dragon King shielded everyone with his tattered wings, while You conjured a silver barrier to cover their retreat, narrowly escaping several miles away.
“Brother... it’s that kid Starlight and his master. They launched a soul attack against Desdoraka’s weakness!”
Once everyone had been pushed out of the danger zone, Yserazor immediately reported to the Gold Flame Dragon King.
“No wonder... it seems their attack is causing the Ancestor’s divine body to reject Salenzo’s soul.” Seranox narrowed his eyes, watching the still-struggling Desdoraka in the distance.
“Wait—where is Starlight?” You, who had been covering their retreat, only now noticed that Starlight was not among the rescued.
Yserazor folded his wings awkwardly, his voice sinking so low it was almost inaudible. “He... he was swallowed by that monster’s flesh...”
“What did you say?!”
You’s figure suddenly froze in mid-air. He turned to look at the pulsating black-and-red vortex, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.
“Don’t be reckless. The boy isn’t dead; I can still sense his presence.” Seranox stopped You, who was about to charge back into the deathly tide, and spoke in a heavy voice. “Starlight has bought us an opportunity. We have more important things to do right now.”
You’s figure paused abruptly, the Night God's power swirling in his silver eyes.
As he gazed into the churning black tide once more, he indeed found a stubbornly flickering point of white light deep within the death power.
Though the light was as faint as a candle in the wind, it remained unconsumed by the darkness.
More surprisingly, with that point of white light as the center, the energy flow outside Desdoraka was becoming increasingly chaotic.
“Our primary task now is to stop Desdoraka’s rampage.”
The Gold Flame Dragon King glanced at the wounded crowd, his voice echoing like muffled thunder.
“If the death power within the divine body leaks out entirely, the entire Dragon Valley... no, the entire Northwest of the continent will become a wasteland.”
“Brother, what do we do?” Yserazor asked.
“I will invoke the full power of the Dragon Nest barrier to construct a prison with a thirty-kilometer radius. For that, I need everyone to...”
While the Gold Flame Dragon King was assigning tasks, You felt his vision blur. His figure swayed almost imperceptibly, and a trickle of silver blood quietly leaked from the corner of his mouth.
He calmly wiped the blood from his lip. Everyone else was focused on the Gold Flame Dragon King’s words and failed to notice his subtle movement.
“It looks like... this body is reaching its limit as well...”
You whispered to himself. Only he knew that the Night God's power within him was nearly depleted.
Without the protection of the Night God's power, the areas wounded by the death energy were gradually eroding, dismantling this body from the within.
“You’d better hold on for me, old friend...” He let out a soft sigh, unconsciously tightening his grip on the Night God's spear.
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