Chapter 131: Battle Collapses, Poisonous Rampage

The Troll Fish BOSS was hit hard.

It let out a roar, flying back seven or eight meters, actually falling onto the ice and sliding away.

On the surface of its body, countless fish were shattered into meat paste by this sword, splashing everywhere.

A horizontal gap appeared on its body, dripping with blood.

Although the wound wasn't deep, just armor-piercing, the interior still felt like an abyss because it was full of dense, writhing fish schools, like countless maggots.

A dark black blood trail several meters long appeared on the ice, and poisonous water flowed, staining the ice black and red.

The horizontal wound on the BOSS's body ran almost from head to tail.

This sword's power was too great; for a moment, the living fish armor couldn't even fill that huge long wound.

The sword Qi attached to the Drunken Sword Style is determined by the power of your skill.

The stronger the skill used to trigger it, the greater the power.

Using the Dragon-Slaying Art with a 6.7-fold power increase, plus the sword Qi of the Drunken Sword Style!

Two Diamond-grade skills superimposed.

The Ten Thousand Demon Fish King lost 22% of its HP in an instant.

This damage was truly immediate.

Su Ming was even a little surprised.

The affix effect of the Dragon-Slaying Art was indeed a bit too fierce.

If the 6.7-fold power bonus hadn't been triggered, even the Dragon-Slaying Art couldn't have dealt such high damage.

Patriarch Tuo Gang couldn't help but exclaim.

"He actually slashed such a large wound with this sword!?"

"Must seize this opportunity to heavily injure the BOSS in one go!"

In his heart, he had completely regarded Su Ming as an ally of the Wuka tribe.

If it weren't for Su Ming, they might not have even entered the second phase by now!

So he felt a bit of gratitude in his heart.

"This sword is definitely something only a Fourth-Turn powerhouse could slash; this person is so young, about the same age as Tuo Zhan, yet already... Fourth-Turn?"

"At his age, I was probably only at the Third-Turn intermediate stage..."

"After this battle, if I am still alive, I must recruit this person."

"This person has limitless potential; with such an ally, my Wuka tribe will be worry-free and grow strong in the future!"

Even if he is of another race, so what? Even if he is human, so what?

One can never have too many friends.

In today's battle, the tribe suffered heavy casualties; one elder died, and he himself might be seriously injured.

This was just the beginning; soon, all the elders might die.

The Wuka tribe would be severely weakened.

If he also died, then after his son Tuo Zhan took over the tribe, it would definitely be precarious.

At that time, they would need an external aid to hold the fort.

Additionally, the main tribe might also engage in internal strife with them.

This world is too complex, and the next generation of young Lizardmen is too simple.

Tuo Gang knew very well that he had to pave the way before he died!

He roared, his heart full of heroic spirit gushing out!

He rushed forward, dragging his huge, heavy horse-chopping saber behind him.

Leaving a long, deep ravine along the way.

With every step he took, the saber seemed to become a fraction heavier.

This posture was the Platinum-grade skill [Dragging Saber Posture].

The dragging saber technique is an ancient combat posture for broadswords; the heavy saber is dragged behind, and during combat, the hidden power is pulled out using inertia.

It can be called the unity of man and saber, with the man following the saber!

This move looks slow and clumsy, like slow motion, and it wobbles, appearing very strange.

Yet its power is extremely immense, wide open and wide closed!

It can amplify the power of all skills significantly!

And it can change the form of all skills.

Tuo Gang rushed to the front of the BOSS and raised his saber for several brutal slashes.

*Boom, boom, boom!!*

Every slash was a powerful saber skill.

The green saber light was inscribed with flickering runes, and the impact was extremely exaggerated.

The BOSS let out a hoarse howl, gradually being knocked back by the strikes.

Tuo Gang was indeed a level 49 expert; his full-force attacks were highly effective.

After Su Ming broke the armor, he could strike directly at the core, maximizing damage.

Coupled with the attacks from the crowd of Lizard warriors, the BOSS's HP soon dropped below 63%!

But Tuo Gang’s own HP also instantly dropped to 15%.

Blood Blade Warriors consume HP to release skills.

Dropping from 80% to 15% meant he had used several powerful skills.

Under normal circumstances, Blood Blade Warriors would not let their HP drop below 40% during combat, otherwise, it would be very dangerous.

But Tuo Gang knew that Su Ming had finally shattered the BOSS's living armor, creating output conditions for him.

He naturally couldn't let it go!

Taking some risks was worth it!

He gritted his teeth and roared, absorbing the monster's flesh scraps on the ground to recover some HP.

Then he unleashed another violent saber technique.

The Lizardman warriors were also fearless, rushing forward.

They all used their skills to output damage.

Don't forget, this is a D-level dungeon.

Even the weakest natives start at Third-Turn strength!

Strictly speaking, their levels were about the same as Su Ming's, and some were even higher than Su Ming.

With so many Third-Turn Lizardman warriors, no matter what, the damage wouldn't be low.

So they couldn't be underestimated; they were of extremely high importance in this battle!

Dozens of seconds passed, and the BOSS's HP dropped again.

The BOSS was finally completely enraged!

It was the hidden king of this dungeon, sealed for a century, and had long had endless anger with nowhere to vent.

Even slaughtering hundreds of Lizardmen couldn't resolve the hatred in its heart.

These ants dared to heavily injure it; they were simply courting death!

It gave a light tail swipe.

*Snap!*

It stirred the surrounding air, creating a huge shockwave, like a giant whale swishing its tail in the water.

A dozen Lizardmen instantly exploded into blood mist.

It sounds light, but one must know, those were a group of Third-Turn warriors!

Before their eyes, a large group of living Third-Turn warriors turned into nothingness.

The shock of that was indescribably terrifying.

A 4th-Turn BOSS was truly ridiculously strong.

It flapped its body violently and leaped up, like a fat dragon trembling hideously in the air.

The living fish scales all over its body began to churn, blood rolling, actually tumbling into a waterfall of blood in the air.

The dripping blood and poison all over its body further highlighted its cruelty.

Subsequently, its wounds gradually healed.

"Quick! Seize the victory and pursue!"

A white-haired old Lizardman roared.

But the next instant, he fell, knocking out several teeth.

Then, he vomited blood continuously, his whole body trembling violently as if he had a stroke.

The surrounding Lizard tribe warriors also let out a series of painful groans.

Everyone knelt on the ground, vomiting blood.