Chapter 108: The Seventh Son

Under the night sky, over the mist‑shrouded mountains, a dragon's roar rose, accompanied by the low, hoarse chanting of magical incantations.

The sky, like a black curtain, gradually turned red, and the once cool air began to heat up.

In just a moment, as the mighty elemental rhythm intensified, a massive fire meteor pierced the layers of night, suddenly bursting from the dark clouds with unparalleled force, slanting downward.

It was a fire meteor dozens of meters in diameter.

As it passed through the atmosphere, its continual acceleration and the fierce friction of its fall generated an even more terrifying, scorching heat.

From afar one could even glimpse a magma‑like viscous mass, constantly flowing within it.

As its falling speed increased, the meteor's might grew ever more dreadful.

When everyone noticed that the awe‑inspiring fire meteor in the night sky was expanding before their eyes with terrifying force,

shocks upon shocks filled their minds.

"Such terrifying power—Ma'erjin can't possibly be a Level Three legend!?" Angelique, also a Witch, shouted the crowd's thought.

While the crowd trembled in secret, hesitating whether to flee.

Feeling that the fire meteor, bearing overwhelming force and descending at astonishing speed, had locked onto Fulade, he showed no sign of weakness.

As demon bat wings fluttered behind him, a flash of light erupted from his hand, and blood‑flame fangs were swung; the spear, originally only two meters long, instantly expanded proportionally.

Under the startled gazes below, Fulade brandished his long spear, his whole body's power condensing rapidly, and with astonishing ferocity he charged forward.

Bang~!!

Rumble~!!

Accompanied by a massive gust, countless shattered fire meteors rained down into the surrounding forests.

In moments, the raging flames and thick smoke spread rapidly across the vast mountain range.

With his dragon wings beating, Ma'erjin, riding the powerful airflow, circled high above the night sky; his scarlet eyes narrowed, and a formidable aura arose as he stared at the ferociously charging Fulade.

A resonant dragon roar echoed through the heavens.

Ma'erjin shifted his massive form, flapped his dragon wings, and boldly surged toward Fulade.

Clearly, Ma'erjin's pride would not allow any hint of weakness.

As the two colossal beings collided in the sky, those below, led by the newly risen Witch Angelique, let out a sharp scream and the battle erupted fiercely.

Watching the four‑armed Serpent Sorcerer Weilahede dive toward her, Angelique instantly turned into black mist and slipped away calmly.

Four cold rays flashed by, unable to harm her in the slightest.

At the same time, shadow claws sprouted densely from the ground, reaching for Weilahede.

As a melee‑focused combatant, Weilahede was not adept at magic, yet his physical strength could not be restrained by a mere high‑level spell.

As the light surged beneath his feet, black claws instantly turned into black smoke.

Though he broke free of the shackles, the ensuing battle left him feeling especially frustrated.

Because his physical attacks could hardly inflict serious damage on the Witch, who excelled at elementalization, even her innate skills were ineffective.

Elementalization is a powerful technique that only a handful of Witches can employ while in a Level One state.

It not only greatly compensates for a Witch's weak melee defense, but also grants a notable boost to spellcasting.

Body elementalization is also one of the credentials for advancing to a Level Two Wizard, underscoring Angelique's astonishing talent.

This is why Fulade holds her in such high regard.

If Angelique had not, at an inappropriate level, delved into advanced scholarly topics beyond her ability,

she might not have needed, at the brink of her lifespan, to rely on a GeRuida magical elixir to break through her current realm.

This time Angelique's proactive provocation also reflected her superior Witchcraft intelligence.

Although Angelique appeared the weakest among the Level One beings present, she was the first to grow restless and take the initiative.

Yet her chosen target was highly purposeful.

So that even though the four‑armed Serpent Sorcerer Weilahede was stronger, he was helpless against her.

As Angelique launched her attack, a chaotic melee erupted suddenly.

Annie, transformed into a Giant, bore several colored amplification auras that floated up and down his body.

His formidable power instantly attracted widespread attention.

With his pale, massive palm, he crushed a high‑level monster‑grade black‑armored guard, and Sa'erjin, hidden in the shadows as a shadow demon leopard, instantly leapt at Annie.

On the other side, Dumitelu suddenly clashed with the Kemuoyin Serpent Sorcerer Sitelikesi.

As these Level One powerhouses continuously engaged in high‑intensity energy collisions and spellcasting,

they caused massive effects on the surrounding environment while deeply threatening the lower‑tier transcendents caught in the melee.

Just as Fulade deliberately moved the battlefield to the heights to prevent the fight from spilling downwards.

As time passed, the collisions between the sides reached a white‑hot state.

Creatures below Level One gradually withdrew from the combat zone of the Level One elites, avoiding innocent collateral damage.

For a moment, the battlefield split into three distinct zones, each representing a different rank of combat.

Observing the situation, Boni Liz's eyes showed a brief contemplation, then she decisively released her daughter: "Hide yourself, don't get caught."

With those words, she spun, transforming into a white creature with a wingspan of dozens of meters, resembling both dragon and bird, and surged skyward.

It was a bizarre being that looked remarkably like a dragon; unlike true dragons, its mouth bore a sharp beak and its tail consisted of white, razor‑like feathers.

Boni Liz first glanced upward at the sky and the tangled battle between Fulade and Ma'erjin, then dove toward the female Giant Annie.

As a gust surged, in a flash, Annie seized the slender tail of the shadow demon leopard and slammed it hard onto the oncoming Boni Liz.

Boom~!!

With a booming thud from the ground, the white dragon‑bird Boni Liz moved nimbly, evading swiftly.

While dodging, several cyan wind blades formed a dense blade formation, swirling with dragon‑wing strokes, rapidly enveloping Annie.

Only Sa'erjin, being used as a weapon, suffered countless wounds appearing across his body.

However, with Bonnie Liz's renewed lunge, she broke free in time, avoiding a continued tragic fate.

But if one looks closely, Bonnie Liz clearly left room for maneuver in this battle.

After all, as one of Ma'erjin's strongest subordinates, her strength is not far behind Annie's.

Indeed, with her speed advantage and magical talent, she could truly match Annie in a vivid duel.

And at this moment, allying with Sa'erjin barely maintains the balance.

As the daughter, Ailisi naturally saw her mother's power being held back, so she set aside her lingering worry and turned her gaze toward the battlefield high above, where terrifying sounds periodically echoed.

A series of metallic chain‑sliding sounds reverberated through the sky.

Behind Ma'erjin, a metallic dragon tail shot up like a spirit serpent, bearing sharp icy glints, forming a hundred‑meter‑long metallic black shadow that repeatedly assaulted Fulade.

Simultaneously, Ma'erjin swung her massive dragon wings, releasing magic while continuously spewing black Dragon Flame that roamed around her.

She could truly multitask with one mind on three tasks; Ma'erjin's power is indeed terrifying.

Such talent cannot be achieved lightly merely by advancing cultivation.

It requires extraordinary talent, absolute self‑control, and confidence beyond ordinary people. Otherwise, a single mistake leads to mental backlash, severe injury, or death.

Seeing this scene, Ailisi couldn't help but worry for Fulade, yet the seemingly disadvantaged Fulade, faced with three powerful onslaughts, flashed a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Ma'erjin, your legs aren't going soft, are they? That's all the strength you have."

With that taunt, while evading the Dragon Flame, the blood‑flame fangs in his hand turned into lingering afterimages, shielding against the metallic dragon tail that assaulted from all sides like layered blades.

During the brief moment when the opponent completed the magical incantation and his mind relaxed.

A blazing crimson pillar of light, bearing unmatched might, instantly pierced the defenseless Ma'erjin.

"Roar—!!"

Accompanied by a painful dragon howl, scorching dragon blood rained from the sky.

A massive wound, seeping with threads of blood flame, appeared on Ma'erjin's massive body.

"Boom—!!"

Watching Ma'erjin fall from the heights, stirring towering dust on the ground, Fulade shook his head and sighed.

Because that crimson pillar was aimed at Ma'erjin's black dragon head, yet even at the critical moment of mental lapse, Ma'erjin managed to dodge it in time.

Indeed, Ma'erjin's terrifying power is not easy to handle.

As the dust cleared, it was evident that even after evading the lethal threat, Ma'erjin was far from untroubled.

A gruesome, terrifying wound appeared where her massive dragon wing met her body, forcing Ma'erjin to revert to human form.

"Damn, Fulade, I will make you pay~!!"

Ma'erjin glared at Fulade with fury, then instantly transformed into a black mist rushing toward the western side of Panduo Mountain.

Seeing this, Fulade's eyes narrowed, his Demon bat wings unfurled, and he gave chase swiftly.

Clearly, Fulade didn't want to miss this opportunity; having forged hatred, he could not let the opponent go easily.

Either submit or die; there is no third option.

At this moment, the sky lightened slightly as a hint of dawn rose.

Wisp after wisp of green smoke spread among the mountains, and several peaks were completely erased by the terrifying clash between Fulade and Ma'erjin.

Shattered stones scattered, cracks filled the ground, and countless ravines, basins, and impact craters suddenly appeared among the mountains.

In the ruined palace, the two battling strongmen, locked in fierce combat, naturally witnessed the distant intense battle scene.

At this point, to avoid being affected by the two's overwhelming power, they had already moved the battlefield to the outskirts of the mountain range.

When Ma'erjin suffered a severe blow, emitting a painful dragon howl as she fell into the mountains.

Those constantly watching the duel between the two great powers instantly experienced a sharp shift in mindset.

Ma'erjin's subordinates clearly understood.

With Ma'erjin gravely wounded and the tide turned, her assaults began to wane, and she prepared to seize any chance to slip away.

Meanwhile, Fulade's followers saw morale surge, pressing the advantage to expand their gains.

The duel had been vivid, but with the higher‑ups' defeat, the situation instantly reversed.

Such is the nature of battle.

Either the lower‑tier beings win, gradually influencing the larger picture upward.

Or the higher‑tier forces break the stalemate, rapidly expanding their results.

At this moment, Ma'erjin's defeat clearly had a huge impact on the battle between the two lower factions.

Elsewhere, Ma'erjin kept darting through the forest, soon arriving atop a secluded, low hill.

A narrow fissure, only visible from a close aerial view, suddenly appeared before Ma'erjin.

Seeing Fulade pursuing from behind, a strange glint flashed in Ma'erjin's eyes, and a cold smile curled at her lips.

Without hesitation, Ma'erjin swiftly slipped into the fissure, plunging downward.

Fulade shifted his form, becoming a swarm of bats that followed closely.

The mountain fissure was deep and extremely narrow; without turning into a bat swarm, one would have to brute‑force it open to go deeper.

However, as time passed and they descended further, the space gradually widened; Fulade judged they had likely reached deep underground.

When Fulade halted at the fissure's end, a subterranean expanse spanning several thousand meters in diameter suddenly came into view.

Within this underground realm lay a turquoise lake, where Ma'erjin was now soaking, awaiting Fulade's arrival.

But Fulade was astonished that the lake exuded an astonishingly intense energy, far beyond his expectations.

"Hehe— Fulade, how about this? It's a gift I meticulously prepared for Blood Moon Night."

"When the time comes, not only will I restore my strength, but I will also harness Blood Moon power, further breaking shackles to become a Level Three lifeform untouched for millennia!"

Ma'erjin giggled coquettishly, her expression alluring as she looked at Fulade, speaking lightly as if chatting with a friend, betraying no trace of their previous life‑or‑death rivalry.

Fulade stared coldly, sneering, "You tell me this just to lure me down, hoping to employ some trick inside, don't you?"

Unexpectedly, as Fulade's words fell, Ma'erjin smiled even more coquettishly, even becoming wanton.

Ma'erjin suddenly shed the black sheer dress they were wearing, exposing part of their smooth body.

Fulade's keen eyes quickly noticed the wound hidden beneath the water's surface, which was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Apparently that lake also possessed healing properties.

Moreover, Ma'erjin's internal energy was also being rapidly replenished; witnessing this, Fulade's gaze hardened, and they could no longer remain calm.

"Below this lake lies a vein of crystal ore, and with the many Magic Materials I have collected, I forged this elixir lake."

"If you let me go, I'll give this place to you—how about that?" Ma'erjin's voice was full of temptation.

While Fulade was pondering, Ma'erjin's face inexplicably broke into a sly grin before Fulade could grasp its meaning.

Ma'erjin quickly slipped back into their clothes and said, "Farewell! My dear, stay here and enjoy your final moments."

As soon as the words left their mouth, Ma'erjin turned into a wisp of black mist, racing along the mountain crevices at astonishing speed.

They continuously used Magic to shatter the mountain fissures, attempting to bury the place.

At that moment, a scorching agitation surged from within, and Fulade finally realized something was wrong.

Instinctively, Fulade wielded the bloodline talent, causing Ma'erjin's figure to freeze; disregarding the strange sensations in their body, they desperately surged energy and raced after Ma'erjin, determined to seize them.

"Fulade, are you insane? The more you desperately push energy, the faster the toxin will spread."

Looking at Ma'erjin, who could no longer stay composed and wore a face of sheer terror.

Fulade's eyes glowed crimson as they continuously exhaled hot breath, forcibly suppressing the agitation in their heart.

With a grim snarl, they roared, "When did you poison me? Give me the antidote now!"

At the same time, Fulade appeared before Ma'erjin and swiftly grasped their slender, delicate neck.

At that moment, due to the mountain's damage, countless rolling stones fell, blocking the upper passage.

With no other choice, Fulade had to carry Ma'erjin and plunge rapidly toward the lake below.

(End of Chapter)