Chapter 710 - 699: Experts Have a Second Stage
Chapter 710: Chapter 699: Experts Have a Second Stage
"Get out of my way!"
Dean’s roar shook the air, and as he stepped forward, the scorched earth beneath him sank into a pit. He swung his right fist fiercely from his waist, and the fist’s edge gathered the fiery breath of a dragon.
One punch blasted forth, and the scorching flame fanned out, incinerating even the Puki with [Flame Resistance], leaving ordinary trees not even ashes.
Little Pig retreated sharply, while the wings on his battle armor folded, and the blood crystal wings overlapped in front of him to form a barrier.
At the moment the flames hit, countless blood crystals shattered, exploding with fine cracks.
Little Pig gritted his teeth, his feet firmly planted on the ground, yet the impact still pushed him sliding back several meters, gouging two deep trenches in the scorched earth beneath his boots.
After the hit, Little Pig’s blood crystal battle armor was already riddled with holes, large pieces of blood crystal peeled off, exposing the pale body beneath.
Little Pig wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and said, "Haha, without this armor, I’d probably be burned to death by you in one shot! You’re much stronger than Eugene, even though both of you are Dukes, right?"
"What, considering surrender?" Dean’s arms ignited with dragon’s breath again, advancing step by step.
"No, I just... Hmm...!"
Lacking blood crystals, the barbs piercing Little Pig’s body extended in the flesh, extracting more blood to form new blood crystals, quickly repairing the armor’s breakage.
"I just can’t help but tremble at the thought of trampling a strong person like you underfoot!"
With that, Little Pig raised his greatsword and charged on his own this time, dragging a scarlet trail.
"Madman!" Dean also strode forward, meeting him with a punch!
The collision of the two forces reduced a large number of Puki to ashes.
The bloody power was suppressed and driven back by the violent dragon breath flame, but never completely collapsed.
This scene left Feng Yi and other Demon Races speechless.
Being aware of their clan leader’s strength, from the beginning, the Demon Races chose to circumvent the attack, thus avoiding being hit by the battle’s aftermath.
Yet what obstructed them was the tide-like surge of Puki.
Those gray, round creatures came from all directions, as numerous as weeds growing from the ground.
Touching blades swung, mushroom caps swayed, densely covering the entire field of view.
Each time they cut down one with a sword, three would replace it, and every forward step shattered the remnants of several beneath their boots.
Tentacle blades flew everywhere, slicing from tricky angles; some were blocked, some cut through flesh, some pierced armor directly.
The roar of the Mushroom Cannon never ceased, and the Demon Races’ magic shields above their heads continually shattered in the Magic Burst, only to be reformed.
The terrifying part was, these Puki didn’t care about friendly fire.
Feng Yi roughly estimated, at least a third of the Puki died by their own hands.
Such a saturated attack, even for elite Demon Races, their injuries kept accumulating.
In the distance, the Marshal Puki still stood its ground.
It did not retreat, nor advance, standing on a raised fungal mat, tentacles crossed in front as if admiring their performance.
"Damn thing, advance thirty more meters!" Feng Yi shouted.
Thirty meters closer, he was confident he could shoot an arrow that would hit without fail, teaching the ’boss’ Puki what comes from underestimating the Demon Race!
The elite Demon Races responded in unison, despite being covered in wounds, bursting with powerful force, running not just thirty meters but creating a space in the Puki swarm to prevent interference with Feng Yi.
Upon reaching the kill zone, Feng Yi drew a special white-shafted blue-feathered arrow from his quiver, nocked his bow, aiming.
The ceremonial Puki around the Marshal Puki leapt up, blocking the path.
"Pierce!"
Extreme speed and piercing force.
The sturdy shells of the ceremonial Puki were easily pierced, penetrated twelve in a row, before the arrow finally stopped.
The first arrow failed, but the last obstacle was already removed.
Feng Yi, ignoring the severe pain in his arm, nocked the second white-shafted blue-feathered arrow on the bowstring.
However, at the moment he released the string, the silhouette of the Marshal Puki suddenly vanished!
It wasn’t invisibility, nor did it dodge; it just disappeared, leaving behind a small patch of a red cape gently falling.
Feng Yi quickly noticed a magic array slowly dissipating at the site.
"A makeshift teleportation magic array? Why set it up here?"
"Damn! It escaped like this!"
Meanwhile, on another corner of the battlefield, several Puki quickly reassembled the fallen Marshal Puki, then poured magic potion to speed up [Fungal Filament Reassembly].
Soon, the Marshal Puki came back to life, albeit regrettably half of its cape was cut.
Subsequently, the Marshal Puki jumped out with a speaking Puki.
"What are you all gawking at? I’m still here!"
The Demon Races looked over, as the Marshal Puki’s tentacles waved, quickly filling the gap between both sides with Puki.
"Come on, the battle isn’t over yet, is it? Continue your ridiculous and hopeless charge!"
Feng Yi gritted his teeth, well aware there was no retreat.
"Clan members, advance! Advance! Advance!"
The elite Demon Race already facing casualties launched another charge at the Marshal Puki.
...
On the other side, Dean once again drilled Little Pig into the ground, causing the blood crystals on the battle armor to fracture.
But just like before, Little Pig’s blood seemed endless, and the armor absorbed the blood to form blood crystals, quickly repairing the damage.
With manic laughter, Little Pig again approached to engage.
Dean felt the trouble, while Little Pig sharply perceived Dean’s power.
Inside the blood crystal battle armor, half of the twelve Waters of Life given by the boss had already been used up, yet she’d only managed to inflict some insignificant surface wounds on Dean.
Just as they were about to clash again, Little Pig suddenly swung her greatsword sideways to block a sudden arrow.
Sacrificing almost half the elite, Feng Yi, who had penetrated in again, altered his aim to shoot the arrow at Little Pig.
Though Little Pig blocked it, the immense force flung her a good distance away.
And Dean didn’t capitalize on the opportunity created by his people to chase Little Pig, instead charged towards the Marshal Puki.
Moreover, in his stride, he activated a skill.
[Trample Level 10]
The ground cracked, the magic array beneath the Marshal Puki instantly disintegrated, and Dean leapt forward with dragon’s breath burning in a fist.
"Do you all think it’s easy to kill me?"
[Title: Servant Maker (Quickly create a servant)]
On the battlefield, living and dead Puki were swept into the suddenly emerging magical whirlpool.
A massive mycelium tentacle emerged from the whirlpool, clashing with Dean’s dragon breath.
The flame and impact instantly burned and shredded the tentacle, but with this hindrance, a giant Marshal Puki already stood from the gradually dispersing whirlpool.
Moreover, the blown-off tentacle regenerated rapidly.
Vague speech came from the giant Puki’s mushroom cap: "As the boss, isn’t it reasonable for me to transform?"
Looking up at the giant Puki, Feng Yi showed the despairing expression Lin Jun had long wanted to see.
He knew well how hard it was to kill this giant Puki.
Yet Dean hadn’t given up. Facing the massive Marshal Puki, even as Louisa charged again from behind, he remained undaunted.
The flames on his body intensified, gradually transforming from crimson to azure.
"Clan leader?" Feng Yi asked incredulously, watching this scene, never having seen Dean in this form.
Under the azure flames, the ground beneath Dean began to melt, even his skin and flesh roasted away bit by bit.
Now, just attempting to approach, Little Pig’s blood crystals began to dissolve.
Dean walked on the lava towards the Marshal Puki: "Let’s settle this, Lord of Mushroom Castle."