Chapter 551

While attacking him,

the tips of all the fine threads were aimed at his body.

The mud and sand from the frontal assault had been blocked by the threads,

but now, the attack was launched from behind it!

Suddenly,

the mud acted like flames,

causing the fluff on the dandelion to dissolve rapidly.

"It seems,"

"I've found your weakness."

All things in nature often have their mutual counter-elements;

where there is a deadly poison, there must be an antidote nearby!

Li Yao did not know what role these surrounding water weeds played for this giant dandelion,

but if they wanted to grow,

they had to be accompanied by a muddy swamp.

At this moment,

the duration of [Yazakana] ended.

Li Yao's attributes returned to normal.

This white dandelion, with a diameter exceeding fifty meters, hung silently above its roots.

A large chunk was missing from its white fluffy body—Li Yao's masterpiece from just a moment ago.

The 'heart' located deep within the center quickened its rhythm,

emitting a muffled sound like a beating drum.

"Are you afraid?"

Li Yao did not know, and he had no interest in knowing.

A sky full of fine threads surged toward him.

Li Yao retreated violently.

Mud could deal with these fine threads,

but it was useless!

The key was the main body!

The threads chased, and Li Yao dodged,

but their numbers were too vast, and Li Yao's current speed was slower than these threads.

Soon, he was surrounded by the threads in a pincer formation.

With a 'swish',

a flash of golden light flickered.

Li Yao appeared on the back of the giant dandelion.

When he had attacked the dandelion earlier,

he had carved a [Flash Mark] on the ground behind it.

Almost the moment Li Yao appeared,

strands of white thread scrambled to drill out from the dandelion's body.

"Downpour!"

The stray bullets were not aimed at the threads, but at the mud!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It was like throwing explosives into water,

kicking up a sky-high curtain of mud and water.

The surrounding threads burned.

Li Yao drew his sword and charged forward,

dragging up large swathes of mud and sand.

"Clang!"

The longsword slashed horizontally.

"Puchi!"

The mud-coated sword cut through the outer dandelion fluff like tofu, striking directly into the internal 'heart'.

It felt as stiff as cutting through rubber.

"So hard to cut!"

The longsword only sank in half a meter

before the surrounding threads swarmed toward Li Yao.

If he were caught, he would likely be entangled and wrapped up.

Without access to the mud,

these threads were invincible.

Even he had no way to break free.

Li Yao had no choice but to retreat.

To destroy something like this, he could only grind it down over time!

But just then,

the previous slash seemed to have thoroughly enraged the dandelion.

"Bang, bang, bang"—the sound of the heart beating rang out like muffled thunder.

The fluff attached to the dandelion—the water weeds—

began to unravel along the edges like a loose sweater, rapidly drawing out fine threads.

It wasn't just the water weeds on the dandelion;

across the entire land,

all the water weeds were doing the same.

Countless fine threads, like writhing snakes,

swarmed toward Li Yao, blotting out the sky.

Above his head,

in front and behind,

left and right,

there were nothing but dense, packed threads.

There was nowhere to hide!

Every water weed growing on the Lost Continent had transformed into a fine thread at this moment!

Those further away were also rushing toward this spot at extreme speed.

Once all the threads converged,

this world would be devoid of anything else—

it would be nothing but threads!

Li Yao's gaze sharpened.

The opponent didn't want to play the long game!

It was an all-or-nothing gamble; one of them had to die!

As the water weeds turned into threads,

the mud on the ground was completely exposed to the air!

And that beating heart,

because the fluff had fallen away, was laid bare before Li Yao without reservation.

The heart beat at an incredibly high frequency.

Those protruding blood vessels, like twisted earthworms, meandered wantonly beneath the heart.

It felt as if a single sword strike could destroy it!

However,

these sky-filling fine threads

were like a chasm blocking the way!

They left no hope of getting close!

With this level of density,

even if he used a displacement skill,

no matter where he moved, he would be instantly surrounded by threads!

"This is an unspeakable thing."

Ling Xin watched the screen, whispering in a daze.

With threads as dense as rain,

she couldn't imagine any way to survive.

The strength Li Yao had displayed was already heaven-defying!

Yet, she still saw no hope!

Just then,

Shang Shang Yana, who had been silent for a long time beside her, suddenly spoke in a focused voice:

"Student Li Yao, the summoned beast! That giant summoned beast!"

Li Yao's cold voice came from the other end.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

The next second,

Ling Xin could hardly believe her eyes.

She saw on the screen that Li Yao was actually charging directly toward the giant dandelion,

completely ignoring the surrounding threads.

Just as Li Yao was about to make contact with the threads,

"Boom!"

A black shadow suddenly filled the entire screen.

The Devourer had descended.

Its massive body acted like a depth charge, splashing up large amounts of mud in the swamp.

The mud cleared a vacuum zone in the surroundings.

Li Yao didn't hesitate for a second; taking advantage of this gap, he shot toward the dandelion.

However,

even with the Devourer's heaven-defying health,

it was as fragile as thin paper before the threads.

In an instant, it was reduced to scattered pieces, falling to the ground.

The threads closed in on Li Yao again, blocking his path forward.

"Do you even know what a Summoner is!"

"Boom!"

Mud exploded upward.

The Tiger Beetle broke through the soil.

The resurrected Gainer-At leaped onto the ground, kicking up a massive wave of mud.

The Immortal Thunder Mouse turned into purple electricity, racing along the surface of the swamp.

Li Yao followed behind his chess pieces, stepping on the path paved by mud and the fragments of his summons, sprinting toward the heart.

"Clang!"

An afterimage flashed by.

The threads that had been scrambling and writhing toward him stopped in an instant.

A black line appeared in the center of the heart.

"Without the protection of the fluff,"

"you aren't that hard to cut after all."

As his voice fell,

all the surrounding threads dropped to the ground.

The heart, split by the black line, collapsed to both sides; even on the ground, it continued to pulse incessantly.

The next moment,

viscous blood slowly flowed from the cut in the heart.

All the surrounding threads withered into ash at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heart, now in two halves, slowly grew still, then melted like spring snow into blood, dissipating into the mud and sand.