Chapter 473

Although the hermit cannot simply die unceremoniously beneath a dragon's breath, the plague energy's plundering and cutting ability is ultimately cruel.

So regardless of what she originally looked like, congratulations to her, she no longer needs to disguise herself.

Because when the green flame ceases, only a dry, charred lump remains there; not to mention appearance, even the human shape is hard to discern.

"Tsk!"

Mo Laotou, seeing this, was also greatly shaken, dared not delay, and while the President was still in the after‑shake of having just unleashed a big move, he stepped on the ground and "flew" upward.

He adjusted his posture, twisted his body, winding up like a spring to unleash a powerful whirlwind kick, then with two sharp strikes, swept directly across the Demon Dragon's big face.

The President: No manners, huh!

And if Lord Xi is the Radiant Fist Emperor, then Mo Laotou is the Deep Forest Leg… damn, no matter what adjective you add it's… never mind, the leg technique is just strong.

So these two kicks descended with great force, like two heavy hammers striking the same spot consecutively, instantly breaking the Demon Dragon's facial bones and nearly snapping its neck.

But a corpse does not feel pain, so the angry President, without even a wail, immediately launched a counterattack, his two claws stabbing at Mo Laotou like several daggers.

Unfortunately, the old man deeply knows that one cannot be greedy for blades when fighting a boss; after dealing damage, he used momentum to leap back and create distance.

By the time the President's claws arrived belatedly, the other had already flipped and leapt away.

Having been made a dog, the President, angry that his attack missed, shouted profanely.

"You infuriate me, you shameless thief!"

However, a dragon's weapons have never been just breath; the scolding aside, it doesn't hinder her from striking down, delivering another claw toward the thief old man's head.

"!!!"

Mo Xinglan had never fought a legendary creature like a giant dragon, and didn't expect a being so massive to react this quickly.

Frowning, he summoned his whole body's Qi and blood, ready to confront the Demon Dragon head‑on, when a flash of cold light shot up from the ground.

That was the hermit's ring blade; although its surface had been burned to black charcoal, she still launched the attack while bearing that brittle crust.

And indeed, Hei Dama held back; the ring blade she hurled at full force not only had wind‑fire effects but also emitted a sharp sound, its momentum enormous.

Thus, the President, possessing a war‑machine‑like terrifying instinct, did not overestimate, let out a low growl, and rammed forward with his most solid claw.

In an instant, steel clanged, sparks flew, the surrounding forest was blown into a roar, and the clash of two level‑70 warriors alone was enough to shake the mountains.

But when two powers meet, one must falter; in the collision, the Demon Dragon's flesh fell behind, having a finger brutally sliced off by the ring blade.

And that Mo Laotou's inability to fly was just a ruse; he solidified a platform beneath his feet with Qi and blood, using the momentum to deliver two more kicks to the Demon Dragon's face.

The President: Here it comes again qwq???

However, bullying the foolish dragon is not without cost; when the hermit carefully retracted the ring blade after delivering the crucial rescue, although she wasn't burned, she immediately emitted a sharp explosive roar.

There's no way around it; force is reciprocal, and the price for cutting off the bronze dragon's claw was that this somewhat aged ring blade developed a clear crack, essentially rendering it unusable.

If Mo Laotou, being so ruthless and cold‑hearted, were present, he would have already tossed the weapon aside, his mind clear, ready to forge a new one using the enemy's head.

Even an ordinary person, after a brief regret, would quickly refocus on the life‑or‑death fight; after all, it's just a weapon, a consumable, at worst I can store it away at home as a souvenir.

As a result, Hei Dama, as if she suddenly fell ill, clutched the ring blade, knelt on the ground and began sobbing, wailing, wailing, as if the Demon Dragon's mental asylum had just expanded.

Meanwhile, Mo Laotou, having just mustered the courage to land a finishing blow, was about to discuss teaming up with the hermit against the enemy, when the phantom talk of splitting the loot in half appeared, and he witnessed this extremely terrifying scene.

"Ah, I'm terrified to death! Terrified to death!"

And the old man's "terrified" quickly turned into "harm".

In the President's view, losing a duel means being less skilled, which she must admit, and there's no fighting without injury; a broken finger can be reattached.

But if a warrior's face is lost, it can never be recovered!

Now my face is being publicly trampled over and over, trampling my dignity and bottom line; can I not expose this beastly thing!?

"Give me, die!"

"Whoa!"

Very ungracefully he cursed, and Mo Laotou, almost risking his life, barely dodged the Demon Dragon's high‑to‑low 'Golden Rooster Standing Alone' move.

And after landing, he didn't even dare to catch his breath, immediately leaping in another direction, because the Demon Dragon still had another leg waiting for him.

Alas, truly fascinating.

With such a perfect pair of opponents locked in combat, a scene that left every onlooker unable to contain themselves unfolded.

On the spacious temple platform, a half‑collapsed‑face Demon Dragon, like a spirit‑possessed rooster, repeatedly clawed while chasing the old man who hopped like a cricket, stomping fiercely.

It's as if saying— you like playing with legs, huh? You like stomping on a dragon's face, huh? Today the ancestors will give you a tutorial!

The old man darted and weaved, using all sorts of incomprehensible aerial leverage and robust body techniques to weave through the deadly large‑scale AoE skill, ragged yet unfallen.

It seemed to say— what level are you, learning others' tutorials? First raise your rank to Master before you start spouting nonsense!

Everyone enjoyed the fun, but for the few present, it was basically four prison players teaming up for a grind.

The President is in prison, she just wants to stomp people to death, what's her fault? Why can this blurry‑faced fellow jump so well!

Mo Laotou is also in prison; didn't I just unleash two lightning whirlwind kicks on her? Why such a big temper? Can someone else vent, like that little black one!

The hermit is also in prison, now clutching the ring blade and rolling on the ground like a maggot; in the Deep Forest, she cries like a witch, making everyone feel a chill.

Ji Ming is also in prison; his scheming to lure the Demon Dragon back to the city was to watch them spill their brains, but Principal Ti wet himself on the spot, Hei Dama discarded the weapon and lay idle, and the most reliable Mo Laotou spun magical power with the Demon Dragon, creating a spectacular show!

If this continues, when the Demon Lord clears the stage, we'll surely get out, about eighty percent present can leave, but the citizens of Qixia City and beyond will certainly have no good fate.

Having no choice, Ji Ming had to step in himself, becoming the nail that breaks the deadlock, adding another spark to the current situation.

Thus, seeing the mechanical moon in the sky temporarily redirect more surveillance toward the distant battlefield, he opened a teleport array, took a high‑level tree spirit from Greysen that could mimic his aura, and silently planted it on the spot as his substitute.

Then, using a Breath‑Holding Talisman, he circled a large loop, quietly arrived at the north side of the platform, donned a black crown, and switched to the Eye Demon form.

Indeed, the long‑awaited Shadow Divine‑Chosen form, activated!

"Ha!"

While the few on the scene were having a blast, a black silhouette flew up from the cliff on the north side, and the thing it carried crashed onto the platform with a huge bang.

Mo Laotou and the President both rushed toward the sound, unsurprisingly finding another face‑covered thief!

Moreover, the previous few who appeared only covered their faces, barely masking their voices, but this one was entirely cloaked in vague shadows, and when he thrust forward, he looked like a counterfeit person.

Hmm? What exactly is this person doing, does it really require this level of disguise…

But Ji Ming is a good person and doesn't want to waste anyone's brain, so in the next moment they understood why that was?

Because that black shadow didn't hesitate at all; it strode toward the long steps, and by the time they reacted it had already surged dozens of meters away.

Exactly, I intend to adopt a beast‑like mindset, and while everyone is in a mess, dash to the finish at top speed, snatch the peach directly, and claim the ultimate victory!

"What? You!"

Being one of the highest‑ranked Flower‑class emissaries under the Jungle Divine Throne, that demon old man is naturally clever.

Having seen the situation clearly—at least discerning everyone's intellect—he immediately roared at the president, who had just been battling him fiercely.

"Demon Dragon! This scoundrel is downright bold; let's kill that thief together!"

In the flash of an instant, the demon dragon's clever mind somehow hit a certain wire and actually…

"Alright, we go together!"

Having said that, she leapt up, lunged at the black shadow, fighting with no reserve, battling until she moved the old man.

But the old man couldn't endure such a mental shock; Mo Xinglan instantly felt dizzy, vision blurred, and legs cramp.

"Ouch, ouch, no, the old man's head hurts; you go first, you go first…"

He feigned with a voice only he could hear, and appropriately stayed put to idle.

However, the president is a sincere person and didn't care whether the old man was with the group; anyway, she went all out this turn.

Precisely because of that, after she re‑entered her demonic spirit form, she instantly caught up with the black shadow, and the plague dragon breath poured down mercilessly.

But the black shadow twitched before the dragon breath could scorch it, slipping like flowing water to the other side of the stone steps, causing all her skills to go on cooldown.

Indeed, the president catching up is good, but ultimately she only succeeds if she can seize the target.

Yet the black shadow's movement is devilishly agile; the president, furious, even resorted to sniping, but could only apply high‑temperature sterilization to the ground.

Moreover, although dragon breath is a standard skill for every great lizard of the dragon race, according to the first law of thermodynamics, even divine arts consume energy.

Having fought three bouts in a row, the president's internal demonic spirit energy is depleted, only replenishing over time; now she truly can't exhale a single breath.

"How dare…!"

Anyway, the president entered melee form again, her two small claws and two big claws smashing and stomping, making Ji Ming feel like he was in a temple‑escape game.

But you can't even hit them with ranged attacks; now you just stretch your arms and legs to attempt a world‑shattering dunk—far‑fetched indeed.

Thus, in her fury, the president could only get angry, turning her scales a shade red like a living dragon, achieving nothing.

But she shouldn't rush, because Ji Ming is even more urgent!

He leapt out to further stir the waters, fully creating a chaotic battle, aiming to reduce as many participants as possible before the demon lord exits the realm.

However, he ran too fast, the situation progressed too smoothly; the distance to the activated stone wall is now under three hundred meters.

Whether smashing the stone wall to disrupt the demon lord's inheritance, or entering it to snatch the Dao fruit from him, both routes are within reach and easy.

But.

Heavens, I'm supposed to be a spectator! How am I about to get a chicken!

This won't do; as a savior I can't compete with the people for profit. I must devise a plan!

Just as he prepared to raise the stakes, urging Bai Lixiang to "ambush" him so he could exit quickly, an unexpected situation arose.

"Ugh aaaa (you disturbed the witch) you actually dare destroy my thing, Demon Dragon, I'm going to kill you!"

It was the re‑connected recluse client, and as soon as she returned to the battlefield she brandished her lone ring blade, flickered several times, and landed on the demon dragon's back.

She roared repeatedly, gritted her teeth, and began a vertical spinning windmill using the scales beneath her feet.

"Die die die die die…"

"!!!???"

Thus, before the president could react to what happened, a searing pain as if her back were being torn apart surged through her.

Her airborne, claw‑swinging stance aimed at the black shadow instantly changed, leaving her to scramble clumsily on the ground.

Ji Ming actually intended to seize the moment by crouching beneath that dragon claw, then uttering a forceful "Ah, I'm done!" to fulfill his mission.

Seeing the erupting recluse temporarily suppress the demon dragon, he seized the precious chance and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Haha, now all three demon dragons are restrained, the demon lord will be weak during the ritual, this Purple Lightning Divine Form I have secured!"

After leaving that insane‑like proclamation that resembled a full‑field broadcast, which was destined to trigger everyone's "near‑victory declaration", he turned and ran toward the stone wall without looking back.

No explanation was needed; immediately, Bai Lixiang, understanding the situation, revealed himself, raising his arm and calling out.

"Comrades, that Divine Form is certainly what our lord needs; as children of the gods, we must not let it fall into others' hands today!"

"Leader, we all follow you!"

"Then follow me, and enact our faith!"

"Charge!"

And with that move, everyone moved; from then on, no onlookers remained on the Fallen God Peak, and every side present launched a charge.