The Elven Cultivator

Chapter 266: Chapter 245: This Elf Must Die

"It’s changing position already?"

"It’s too soon. It hasn’t even been three days."

"Could this be the Dragon Race’s doing?"

Many people frowned.

They had originally planned to wait a couple more days and gather more teams before entering the spatial node.

That would have given them a greater chance of capturing it.

They hadn’t expected this spatial node to start shifting its position so quickly, completely disrupting their plans.

However, they no longer had a choice.

Unless they were willing to give up this rare opportunity, they had to enter the spatial node and face the Dragon Race head-on.

The only saving grace was that they had Valin, a peak Legend, on their side.

"Prepare to enter the spatial node."

Valin spoke, his voice a low rumble.

He had made his stance clear.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one voiced any objections.

The teams present tacitly began their pre-battle preparations.

Anton turned to look at the Elves behind him.

Romance had already taken the Thunderstrike Axe from her back, looking eager and impatient to start.

The three elders and Cedric said nothing, silently taking out Talismans to activate one by one before consuming various enhancement potions.

"Be careful," Anton instructed in a low voice.

The Elves nodded solemnly.

Only then did Anton pull his gaze away, turning to face the mass of gray-white mist.

In the space of just four or five breaths, the mist was already churning like boiling water, its frequency increasing rapidly.

Seeing this, no one delayed any longer.

"Let’s go!"

Valin took the lead. His figure, like a moving iron tower, strode into the rift and was instantly swallowed by the darkness.

The other Dwarves followed close behind.

Then came the team from the Jade Royal Court, led by Alvin.

After them, the other teams followed, one after another, stepping into the rift without hesitation.

"Let’s go."

Anton’s expression was unchanged as he stepped forward.

The Elves followed closely behind him.

The moment he stepped into the rift, his vision was abruptly swallowed by darkness.

A familiar, icy feeling of weightlessness rushed over him, but it receded like the tide just an instant later.

After his vision cleared, Anton found himself standing on a wilderness paved with flesh and bone.

Underfoot were layers upon layers of shattered bone fragments and desiccated flesh, piled so thickly they formed the ground. The sight alone was enough to make one’s skin crawl.

Even more unsettling were the thick, pulsating textures on the ground, which resembled blood vessels.

They were embedded deep within the flesh and bone, like colossal pythons lying dormant underground, coiling and twisting from beneath their feet to the edge of their vision.

Stepping on them, one could clearly feel a faint vibration coming from the soles of their feet, along with a strange warmth, as if treading on the blood vessels of some great beast.

These vessels converged from all directions, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, finally meeting at the very center of the wilderness.

There, a massive, tumor-like sphere hung suspended in mid-air, about several dozen meters above the ground.

It was astonishingly large, with a visual diameter of over a hundred meters. Its surface was covered in vein-like patterns, and a sinister, dark red light pulsed within.

Obviously, that tumor-like sphere was the core of the spatial node.

If it was destroyed, the entire node would collapse.

However, at this very moment, in front of the pulsating tumor, countless figures were entrenched on the fleshy wilderness, guarding the core completely.

Hundreds of Giant Dragons and Pure-blooded Dragon Race members stared coldly at the uninvited guests, radiating an unconcealed, blazing killing intent.

Anton’s Divine Sense spread out silently, quickly obtaining precise numbers.

There were a total of sixty-three Giant Dragons and two hundred sixty-seven members of the Pure-blooded Dragon Race.

The vast majority of them were lesser Giant Dragons, including Stoneheart Dragons, Mist Ridge Dragons, and Crystal Dragons.

There were only five greater Giant Dragons.

But what drew everyone’s attention the most was the towering Giant Dragon entrenched directly in front of the tumor.

It was over one hundred and fifty meters long, larger than any other Giant Dragon present.

Its scales were a bluish-green, covered in fine, water-like patterns that resembled the deepest waves of the ocean.

Its horns were thicker than those of an ordinary Giant Dragon, forking at the tips like coral and extending back from the sides of its head all the way down to its shoulder blades.

Merely by coiling there quietly, an oppressive aura as heavy as the deep sea enveloped the entire fleshy wilderness, making chests tighten and breathing difficult.

An Azure Abyss Dragon.

One of the four royal families of the Dragon Race.

The four great elemental Giant Dragons at the apex of the Dragon Race’s pyramid spent most of their time in Holy Dragon City and rarely appeared in the outside world.

They had no need to guard the various Dragon Cities, nor did they deign to interact with lesser races. They were the most mysterious and feared existence within the Dragon Race.

Therefore, for many people present, this was the first time they had ever seen an Azure Abyss Dragon with their own eyes.

The terrifying pressure, emanating from a being at the top of the food chain, involuntarily shook their spirits.

This was especially true for the Golden Peaks. For a moment, they felt the air turn thick and stagnant. Every breath required their full strength, and their bodies felt bound in place by invisible chains, making it difficult to even lift an arm.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort suddenly echoed like muffled thunder rolling across the wilderness.

Along with the snort, a scorching aura erupted like a volcano, instantly dispelling the draconic might that had enveloped the area.

Like drowning men surfacing from the water, the Golden Peaks all let out long sighs, their expressions filled with relief.

Their backs were soaked with cold sweat. They felt as if, in that single moment, they had taken a stroll before the gates of hell.