Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2317 - 704: The Outcome Is Decided
The Elemental Tide stirred up magnificent waves of change once again!
Passing over Caiyu City, a massive cheer suddenly erupted, and the inspiring war drums of the General were beaten one after another!
This was a symbol of confidence!
The once-dead Caiyu City had revived again!
No matter how hard she tried, the pale-faced Queen of Lich couldn’t stop her violently trembling hands, as the coldness seeping from the depths of her soul made her uncontrollably filled with fear and despair.
Before seeing this heartless man, Your Majesty Jiabao would never admit she was afraid of him, but upon truly seeing him and feeling the intense masculine aura emanating from him, the Queen of Lich realized how fragile she was—for the first time, she felt like a woman.
After identifying the visitor as the Saint Xiao of Aegean from the expression of the Queen of Lich, Mephisto mumbled as if to himself, mentally cursing every female ancestor of Jiabao up to the eighteenth generation.
The Flame Pope was driven to madness, "Jiabao, you little bitch, aren’t you joking with my life? Whether you can beat him or not, you’ll end up dead!"
On the sky resembling a black curtain, cotton-like clouds scattered and disappeared quickly like snowmen at a volcano’s crater.
In the midst of it all, it seemed like an invisible giant hand was drawing the gaze, with the once familiar Xiang Pa in the sky retaining its size, yet the craters on it seemed to approach the eyes step by step.
From this moment on, nothing but an expansive ether remained between heaven and earth, and the dust and glamor of the world seemed to be instantly washed away by the pure, holy serenity; the relentless motion of the Elemental Tide finally evoked a natural resonance, causing mass avalanches at Tanggula snow peaks in Tamerlarya, with silver torrents tumbling like collapsing skyscrapers under the moonlight, producing an echoing rumble across the overlapping ridges and valleys.
Ingricheba was unsure what kind of spell the opponent was preparing since it heard no incantation chanting, but it felt strongly that this elemental fluctuation resembled the spatial reaction following the starting chant of "Summon of the Legendary Sword"!
"Could there possibly be another priest who can speak the language of the Netherworld?" The Blood River Commander swallowed with difficulty.
Taking in a deep breath, it hugged the fainted Second Young Master and Third Young Master, reluctantly extending a hand to signal the swiftly arriving Bo Langsha Fire Crane Servant to stop.
Dabao fiercely organized its thoughts, considering how to peacefully negotiate a prisoner exchange with Saint Xiao of Aegean—this was its ultimate goal in venturing to the Aegean Continent, burdened with the curse of divine father Odis.
With the ancient Medusa Badge given by Queen Jiabao, as long as Richard agreed to release his brother and completely abolish the Soul Contract, the Blood River Commander believed that with its proficiency in Space Magic, it would have no problem safely retreating back to the Netherworld with Nirwinke.
Three fiery flying axes that pierced the sky shattered its dream into floating clouds on the horizon. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
These three flying axes, like the "Summon of the Legendary Sword," possessed ultra-long range, terrifying speed, and unparalleled kinetic energy, producing a thunderous sonic boom that could shatter eardrums. Apart from lacking the Elemental Power of the epic famous sword on the axe bodies, they were nearly indistinguishable from the "Summon of the Legendary Sword" at first glance!
If it weren’t for the shockingly poor aim of the three fiery flying axes, it would be uncertain if the unprepared Blood River Commander could have survived within the "Domain of Blood Battle."
This was merely a signal expressing intent.
Liu Zhenhuan certainly guessed what scheme Ingricheba was playing by capturing the Second Young Master and Third Young Master; fortunately, Nirwinke wasn’t by his side, otherwise, he would one hundred percent have beheaded the Blood River Commander in demonstrations to Ingricheba.
The death of the Swan High Priest had greatly stimulated him!
In his dictionary, there was never a habit of compromising with the enemy. If things really couldn’t be undone, even if it meant the entire Netherworld accompanying the burial for the Second Young Master and Third Young Master, he would never agree to any of Ingricheba’s conditions!
Guoguo and two Blood Servants had reddened eyes, their hands furiously swinging, making the axe box on Yitiao’s back seem like a multi-lock crossbow, with the whistling sounds of fiery meteors filling the sky incessantly.
Sword Chant was an incredibly profound Moore art, requiring the use of the specified weight and shape of a Calyx Longsword to exert real combat power; not just any weapon could be used to attack enemies from the air. After being modified by Liu Zhenhuan, the hiltless willow-like iron battle axe, although usable in combat, still had significant shape and weight deficiencies, making it quite strenuous to use for long-range kills.
If not for the fact that most magical equipment was in a cooldown state due to Queen Monroe’s "Black Hole Domain," he wouldn’t have brought out this lame remedy to drain the pus.
"Stop! Don’t you care about your son’s life?" seeing the situation worsen, Ingricheba loudly threatened Old Liu. It increasingly felt something was amiss, the Elemental Fluctuation of the space indicated that the opponent was preparing no simple spell, though not a single word was uttered.
Without any response, Yitiao charged forcefully into the range of the Blood River Commander like an ancient arrow traversing the ages.
Ingricheba was so enraged that its nostrils flared and mouth twisted; it hadn’t expected this opponent to be so cold-blooded and ruthless, remaining unfazed even with his son captured alive.
"Tyrfing!" shouted Dabao, pulling out the exclusive sword of the Blood Battle Monarch Lev Tolstoy of the Inferno Realm from within its clasped hands, retreating while hurling the sword toward the ragingly approaching Saint Xiao of Aegean.
