Chapter 1104 - 685: Assassination Target
Chapter 1104: Chapter 685: Assassination Target
Boom——!
The dizziness from space teleportation had yet to dissipate when attacks of demonic energy greeted the Ancient Dragon Race team.
The black demonic energy poured down like a torrential downpour, coalescing into countless thick Demon Energy Arrows that surged from all directions.
Those attacks converged like an invisible giant black mountain pressing down from above, carrying a suffocating aura of destruction.
The Clan Warriors of the Ancient Dragon Race had just landed, barely finding their footing, when dozens of unsuspecting Sub-dragon People were engulfed by demonic energy, their bones and flesh shattered, turning into clouds of blood mist.
Screams, roars, and the sound of bones breaking interwove, instantly shattering the brief silence following the teleportation.
However, after a brief moment, the elites of the Ancient Dragon Race quickly regained their composure.
After all, they were the finest warriors of the Beastman Empire, having experienced countless deadly battles, and could regain their footing in the shortest possible time no matter the ambush.
"Form up!"
"Dragon Scale Armor, activate!"
"Protect the High Priest!"
Orders rang out one after another.
The warriors of the Ancient Dragon Race swiftly contracted their formation, forming a defensive circle with their backs to each other, with the Dragon Race Clan Warriors holding off the first wave of attack on the periphery, while the pure-blooded Dragon Race gathered strength in the inner circle, ready to counterattack at any moment.
The moment Guhai descended, his golden Dragon Eyes scanned the entire battlefield.
He hovered in mid-air, his immense Spiritual Power spreading out like a tide, within moments, encompassing the surrounding terrain and enemy situation—there were tens of thousands of Stele Demons nearby, densely distributed in the surrounding valleys, cliffs, and caves, their numbers several times that of their own.
Moreover, he distinctly sensed that there was more than one Tier Eight Stele Demon among this group of Stele Demons.
Sure enough, Qin Tian had teleported them to the most dangerous area in San Tuo Mountain.
Guhai’s expression was grim. As a member of the Ancient Dragon Race, whose bloodline was the most noble in the Cosmos, he was confident in defeating any Holy Blood or any of the Eight Great Royal Families of the same tier.
To him, although these Tier Eight Stele Demons were troublesome, he could suppress them with a flip of his hand.
But he was only one person.
He couldn’t possibly protect all his subordinates simultaneously, nor could he escort all the warriors unscathed from the encirclement of tens of thousands of Stele Demons.
If too many of his subordinates died or were injured, how would he face Grand Elder Guyun upon returning?
How would he face his clan?
This battle must be swift and decisive.
"Everyone, give your all to meet the enemy!" Guhai muttered in a low voice, his words imbued with the oppression of the Ancient Dragon Race, spreading like an invisible shockwave, reinvigorating the somewhat panicked warriors.
Before the words had even left his mouth, his figure had vanished from his original spot.
The next second, Guhai appeared above the most densely packed area of the Stele Demon army.
His body expanded abruptly in mid-air, transforming from a slender human form into an enormous figure covered entirely in dark golden Dragon Scales.
Dragon Wings spread, blocking out the sky and sun, the Dragon Tail swung like a steel whip, every swing bringing a gust of wind, sweeping away dozens of Low Tier Stele Demons.
Dragon Claws reached out, five golden rays tearing through the air like five giant blades, cleaving down sideways. The three Tier Seven Stele Demons rushing forward could not even scream before being bisected by the sharp radiance, spraying black Demon Blood, which turned into wisps of black smoke in the air.
Guhai did not linger.
He moved like a golden storm, rampaging through the Stele Demon army, leaving shattered Stele Demons in his wake. Dragon Breath spewed forth from his mouth, golden flames reducing clusters of Stele Demons to ashes; Dragon Wings lashed out, sending the swarming demons flying dozens of yards away; Dragon Tail swung, like a giant whip, smashing swathes of Stele Demons into powder.
Meanwhile, the warriors of the Ancient Dragon Race also demonstrated awe-inspiring combat prowess.
Pure blooded Dragon Race warriors transformed into Dragon-men, their bodies covered with Dragon Scales, their sharp claws like knives, slicing through the ranks of Stele Demons like sharp blades, continually tearing open breaches in the Stele Demons’ formation.
Earth Fire Dragon People opened their mouths to spew scalding lava, incinerating the Stele Demons before them into charred remains; the Earth Dragon People stomped the ground, causing earthen spikes to erupt, skewering the Stele Demons; Demon Lizardman’s venomous liquid sprayed forth, corroding the bodies of the Stele Demons, causing them to emit agonized howls.
The battle swiftly reached a fever pitch.
Every moment, Stele Demons fell, turning to black ash; every moment, warriors of the Ancient Dragon Race were pounced on, torn apart, and devoured by the Stele Demons.
The screams of the wounded were incessant, their blood soaking the charred ground, mixing with the black Demon Blood of the Stele Demons, forming a shocking tableau.
Guhai felt the pain in his heart.
These warriors were the elite of the clan, his most loyal subordinates, and his pride.
If they had died in a war against humans, it would have been fine, at least diminishing human combat power, but now, his warriors were being killed by a worthless group of Stele Demons.
This made him even more heartbroken.
The Bloodline Power of the Ancient Dragon Race surged wildly within him, a deeper fury and savagery was ignited.
The golden light in Guhai’s Dragon Eyes erupted, the patterns on his Dragon Scales lit up like flames, his aura rising once again at that moment.
"Roar——!!!"
A heaven-shaking dragon roar, carrying the purest Bloodline Power oppression of the Ancient Dragon Race, swept through the entire valley like a tangible force.
The Low Tier Stele Demons stiffened under the dragon roar, as if petrified, experiencing a brief moment of stillness.