Chapter 283: Now, I Have Nothing More I Lack

As if in response to Feng Xue's words, the golden-red lightning beneath the barrage began to swell; the beast-X, originally about three meters long, rapidly expanded—its neck elongating to match a humanoid form, its head taking on the shape of a Western dragon with Eastern dragon horns, while the two skull-like dragon heads on its shoulders slowly detached from its body.

The wind scattered the fireworks; lightning seemed to connect with the heavens, turning the dark clouds as vividly red as molten lava.

The twin tails, split at the midpoint, fully separated into two, their serpentine necks and tails stretching out wildly; a pair of massive bat wings burst open, blowing away the remaining players who still resisted, and the golden-red demonic dragon with three dragon heads stood once more upon the earth.

"Fuck!"

Facing the monstrous beast over a hundred meters long, the players felt only profound helplessness; though they knew it was merely a string of data, the sheer scale—the gap so vast that even with all their vision they could not take in its full form—inevitably stirred the despairing thought: "How do we fight this?"

Though the shock lasted only an instant, and they would surely recover within two or three seconds to resume their frantic attacks, the Kyudora, now in its complete form and having channeled all the wish-energy from other worlds, clearly had no time to let them adjust; golden-red gravitational rays erupted freely from its mouth and bat wings, like countless swords carving irregular scorched scars across the land.

The players and their fortress crumbled to dust beneath the thunder, and Dailisi finally completed the integration of the array under Feng Xue's guidance.

"Why me?" Dailisi clutched the talisman as the trigger switch, finally asking; Feng Xue rolled his eyes and said:

"Should I activate it, and you take the front line?"

"..." Dailisi glanced at the hundred-meter three-headed demonic dragon and swallowed hard; with a firm effort, she poured her blue bar into the talisman.

Threads of blue light, like sunlight piercing through torn window paper, rose from the ravaged earth, weaving into intricate patterns, then transforming into chains that surged toward the demonic dragon spewing violence.

"Damn it! It's you again! Give back my power!"

The three-headed demonic dragon roared with reverberating fury, its voice so loud even players at the respawn point could hear it clearly.

Feng Xue, now clad in a high-appeal Daoist robe resembling the profession set of cultivators from this world, ascended step by step as if climbing stairs, each step higher, until he stood level with the three-headed giant dragon, then smiled:

"If you want it, come and take it yourself— isn't that the rule of demonic cultivators?"

Instantly, meaningless drumbeats sounded—the Cursing Method activated by Bi Gelei.

Ritual drums, ritual gongs, ritual bells have existed since ancient times; using the rhythm of sound, the chains binding the demonic dragon tightened further. Though these chains appeared as thin as threads compared to the dragon's hundred-meter height, they seemed infused with peculiar Cursing Methods—Kyudora could not immediately break free.

"Roar!" A concentrated beam of lightning, brimming with fury and the power to evaporate all, descended upon Feng Xue's figure; Dailisi stared fixedly at him, wondering if he'd even leave a corpse for her to resurrect, when four talismans suddenly flew from Feng Xue's body.

White light, like a sharp blade, split the focused thunderbolt; above Feng Xue's head, a massive flame dragon, resembling one-third of Kyudora's dragon head, spat searing fire toward the forked point.

The scattered lightning seemed ignited by the flames, reversing course mixed with fire, while Feng Xue, now stained in ink-black, rode the white light straight into the heart of the inferno.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The chains of magical energy groaned under unbearable strain; Dailisi immediately increased her mana input—the chains, originally as thick as an arm, swelled and tightened instantly; the demonic dragon, which had just barely maintained its standing posture, collapsed with a thunderous crash.

As the earth trembled, the golden-red dragon scales suddenly lost their luster, turning dull as stone; amid the dust, upon the back of the demonic dragon statue—still over ten meters tall even in its prone form—Feng Xue finally grasped the talisman symbolizing 【Wood】.

"Success!" Dailisi's face lit up with ecstatic joy; this was her first time participating in real combat, and the intensity stirred a powerful urge to speak—though she was only in a support role, she felt no issue with it.

The Heavenly Realm always lets the hero take the center stage; this time would be no different. At this moment, she no longer cared if the Heavenly Realm noticed—she activated all her visual effects; her armor unfolded, dazzling light effects spreading, altering the environment; Dailisi walked toward Feng Xue like a Valkyrie welcoming a hero who had achieved greatness to the divine realm.

"Wait, why do I feel like the players turned into roadside scenery? Can't this damn game give us any sense of participation?"

Guan'er, just returning to the front line, only caught the finale and couldn't help complaining on the public chat; Bao Long shook his head and said:

"If we actually gave you participation, you'd complain the cinematic effect was weak. In a scene like this, can we just play a CG and let players unleash their ultimate moves? Who gets to cast it? Everyone's Qi Ball?"

"True... hey, what if we all did a 'Eat Shrimp' right now?" Guan'er stared at the CG, suddenly pulling out a toilet plunger; Bao Long was about to dissuade him, but noticed the usually vocal Dragon Warrior was unusually silent—he spoke up:

"Bro, what're you thinking about?"

"Nothing... I just feel this plot has a sense of déjà vu... how to put it? Like something's missing, like it shouldn't end here." As a veteran gamer, the Dragon Warrior had played every game imaginable; he'd seen countless tropes.

Guan'er shook his head:

"The final boss was already plot-killed—what else could happen? You don't think the stone's gonna suddenly revive, do you?"

"You just said it was plot-killed—plot-killed! Then how can it still be the final boss... wait! Shit! I get it!"

The Dragon Warrior suddenly shuddered; the entire pre- and post-new-version plot instantly connected in his mind—but before he could explain, the sky, which had just cleared, darkened again with storm clouds.

"Of course!" The Dragon Warrior grinned; then the players heard the Daoist standing behind the dragon statue let out a sinister laugh—

"The Five Elements' power, the Imperial Dragon Vein! Now, I have nothing more I lack!"

"What are you doing?" Dailisi was still stunned, unable to grasp what was happening—but Feng Xue had already embedded the talisman into the belt transformed from Liu Yunxi; the little bells and Mo Ying returned, and the "petrified" wish-energy beneath his feet began to flow back.

He looked at Dailisi, who was still pumping wish-energy into him with loud thuds, and smiled mockingly—

"Thank you for your help. Without you, I wouldn't have known how long it would take to obtain this power!"

(End of Chapter)