Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 60: Best moves

Red’Ribbon and Zou Fang took this chance to flee.

They moved quickly, their bodies tense, but neither dared to look back.

The disciples of the Autumn Dragon Sect glanced at them briefly, their focus locked on the beast that had just killed one of their own.

Their minds reeled, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"What... what is this?" one of the disciples stammered, his voice laced with disbelief.

"It was just a low-level mortal beast! How did it do this?!"

"Look at its aura! It’s growing stronger by the second!"

The realization struck them all at once. One of the disciples, his eyes wide with horror, shouted, "This beast... it must be responsible for Senior Brother Zhang Xugang!"

Silence gripped them for only a fraction of a second before rage exploded in their eyes. "Kill it!" they screamed in unison, their voices echoing through the land.

One by one, they transformed.

Their skin turned to scales, their bodies shifting into a form more befitting of those belonging to the Autumn Dragon Sect.

Each disciple bore unique colors, ranging from dark jade to muted silver, yet all of them paler than Zhang Xugang, the disciple that bio-engineered lizard had encountered before.

Their breaths were heavy, their killing intent undeniable in their auras.

"Attack together! Don’t let it breathe!" one disciple roared.

The battle erupted.

A tempest of qi swirled through the air as they lunged at the beast, their weapons and techniques slicing toward it like a relentless tide.

Blades of wind, spears of fire, torrents of water—each attack carried deadly precision, yet the beast endured.

Each time it was struck, it adapted, its form growing more resilient, more indomitable.

"It’s not going down!" a disciple shouted, his voice trembling with frustration. "How can it still stand after that?!"

"It’s regenerating too quickly! Its power is still rising!" another one bellowed, watching in horror as the beast’s wounds closed before his very eyes.

"Then strike harder! Don’t hold back!" The leader of the group commanded, his fists clenched tightly as he charged forward.

The synchronization of the disciples was impeccable.

They moved as one, their attacks complementing each other in perfect harmony.

A blade user would force the beast back, only for a spear wielder to pierce through its defenses.

A fire cultivator would scorch its flesh, and a water cultivator would freeze the burnt remains.

They fought with experience, with training honed through countless battles. And yet...

The beast would not fall.

It stood amidst the carnage, its eyes gleaming with something beyond hunger. It was toying with them.

Wei Long, trapped within the consciousness of the monster, watched in awe and horror.

His mind raced as he analyzed the ability at work—the Innate Territorial Empower.

The moment the beast found itself an opponent at its level or slightly stronger, its strength multiplied tenfold within seconds.

And this land?

The Autumn Dragon Sect’s territory was its chosen ground for its ability.

It’s also permanent.

It was invincible here.

No matter how many they were, no matter how skilled, no matter how furious—they would never win.

The beast would only continue to grow stronger until it became an unstoppable nightmare.

Inside his own mind, Wei Long muttered in helpless admiration, "What kind of insane ability is this...?"

The disciples continued their assault, their attacks becoming more frantic, their shouts growing more desperate. "Faster! We have to kill it before—!"

"Damn it, its power is still climbing! It’s adapting to every single one of our techniques!"

"No, no, no! This isn’t possible! We are the elites of the sect! We are not supposed to be—"

A blood-curdling scream cut the words short.

Another disciple fell.

The others watched, their bodies frozen in sheer terror, as the beast lifted its head, blood dripping from its fangs.

The remaining disciples had no choice but to acknowledge the truth.

It was useless.

Wei Long’s attention shifted, and through the beast’s heightened senses, he saw them—Red’Ribbon and Zou Fang, still running, their figures growing smaller in the distance.

"Run," Wei Long muttered, feeling powerless. "Run, it’s useless now... I don’t know how to take this body back."

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Autumn Dragon Sect kept attacking relentlessly, their figures blurring as they unleashed wave after wave of devastating blows upon the beast.

Their swords slashed through the air, their fists cracked against its hardened scales, and their techniques roared like ancient dragons brought back to life.

Yet, despite their continuous assault, the monstrous ground dragon remained standing. It had stopped moving, simply taking every attack they threw at it.

"Don’t let up! Keep going!" one disciple shouted, sweat dripping from his brow as he hurled another energy-infused palm strike toward the beast’s head.

Another disciple grinned, the thrill of battle igniting in his chest. "Its cultivation isn’t rising anymore! It’s stagnated! That means it’s finally at its limit!"

A collective cheer rippled through the group.

They had spent what felt like an eternity attacking, their bodies aching from the repeated exertion, but they could see the cracks forming in the beast’s defenses.

It was no longer fighting back.

Their confidence swelled.

"Then let’s finish this!" a senior disciple declared. "We’ll use our signature Temporal Beasts Moves!"

The nine remaining disciples formed a circle, their auras flaring as they tapped into the unique powers of their sect.

Their bodies radiated different colored lights, each representing their specific temporal beast lineage.

They synchronized their breathing, their movements, their very souls.

A roaring presence filled the air as the energy of their temporal beasts materialized behind them—phantoms of ancient creatures long lost to time.

One disciple, clad in a shimmering silver aura, stepped forward. "Time-Hardened Basilisk’s Gaze!" he roared, his eyes glowing with an eerie light.

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The very air around the beast froze, locking it into place, as if time itself had shackled its limbs.

Another disciple leapt high into the air. "Fanged Phoenix Descent!"

With a burst of flames, his figure became a streak of fire as he dove downward, his fiery talons raking against the beast’s exposed spine.

"Temporal Dragon’s Claw Strike!" a female disciple howled, her fingers curling into deadly points as an illusionary dragon claw manifested, slashing through the beast’s shoulder.

One after another, the disciples launched their moves, each one striking with pinpoint accuracy.

The battlefield became a hurricane of light, energy, and destruction, shaking the very foundations of the land.

"Celestial Turtle’s Temporal Echo!"

"Ravenous Direwolf’s Hunt!"

"Serpent of the Forgotten Epoch!"

"Abyssal Whale’s Crushing Weight!"

"Time-Breaking Scorpion’s Sting!"

"Chrono-Tiger’s Rewind Bite!"

The final blow came from their leader. His hands moved in a blur, ancient symbols forming in the air as he roared, "Primordial Kirin’s Sundering Flash!"

A burst of pure energy erupted from his palms, striking the beast with the force of a collapsing star.

A deafening explosion followed.

The entire area was consumed by dust and debris, swirling around in an opaque storm.

The disciples were thrown backward from the sheer force of their own attack.

They hit the ground, their chests rising and falling rapidly, their bodies drenched in sweat.

For a long moment, none of them spoke. Then, one by one, they turned to each other, grinning through their exhaustion.

"We did it…"

"That thing was stronger than we expected…"

"But we still won!"

A round of victorious laughter erupted from the group.

Some clapped each other on the back, others wiped the sweat from their brows and took deep breaths of relief.

They had done it.

They had taken down a monster that should have been impossible to defeat.

One of the disciples sat up, shaking his head in disbelief. "That was insane. I didn’t think we’d have to go all out against some random beast." He chuckled, brushing dirt off his robes. "But now that it’s dead, we can—"

But then… the dust began to settle.

And all of them froze.

Their breath hitched.

Their bodies tensed.

The moment the battlefield cleared, their faces paled as horror set in.

Because standing there… unmoving, untouched, unfazed… was the beast.