A Dragon against the Whole World

He originally planned to tear it in two, but the dwarf’s height wasn’t enough, so the attack was aimed at the head.

Once the spirit body lost its head, its whole body explosively shattered, turning into countless tiny glowing fragments that scattered away.

"Don’t stop! Keep moving forward! Destroy them!"

The werewolf roared, his strong body like an indomitable war chariot, fiercely crashing into the enemy lines.

His claws were swift as lightning, each strike containing immense power, easily dispersing the spirit body of a Gray Dwarf Warrior. But Russell quickly noticed that the spirit bodies dispersed into light weren’t completely gone; instead, like drawn by some force, they swiftly floated back into the depth of the hall.

Shortly thereafter, completely restored spirit bodies charged out from the hall again, as if they had never been defeated.

Just as the exploration team had reported earlier.

These spirit bodies seemed to possess some kind of undying trait.

However, this couldn’t change the absolute gap between the combatants.

A spirit body that had just resurrected rushed forward, swinging a phantom warhammer, attempting to smash the werewolf’s knee.

But before its attack could land, its head was once again swiftly shattered by Russell’s claws.

Around Russell, other Molten Iron Warriors emitted bloodthirsty howls.

Sharp blades, heavy axes, and keen claws drew deadly arcs in the darkness.

This elite of the Molten Iron Tribe, like a tiger among sheep, tore one Gray Dwarf spirit body after another into pieces.

The battle was overwhelmingly one-sided.

As the Molten Iron Warriors steadily closed in on the hall entrance, the Gray Dwarf spirit bodies appeared increasingly anxious and enraged.

They launched even more frenzied attacks, even resorting to kamikaze tactics, trying to halt the invaders’ advance, but to no avail.

However, just when Russell thought victory was within reach, a sudden change emerged once again.

The Gray Dwarf spirit bodies that had been fighting so furiously suddenly stopped, their faces showing extreme shock and anger.

They no longer paid attention to the Molten Iron Warriors nearby, instead retreating towards the interior of the hall like a tide.

"What’s going on?"

Observing this scene through their mental link, a doubt rose in Iron Dragon Solrog’s heart, who immediately instructed Russell.

"Forget why they’re retreating, follow them, enter the hall immediately!"

Roar!

Russell let out a deafening roar, his muscles instantly tensing like steel wires, almost going on all fours, darting towards the hall entrance like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

However, just as his forepaw had barely stepped onto the broken stone steps, it was as if he slammed into an invisible, sturdy wall.

Bam!

With a dull thud, Russell’s forward momentum was abruptly halted, and his vast body was knocked back by a massive force, crashing heavily into the dust.

"Uh..."

The werewolf shook his head, which was slightly dazed from the impact, stood up again, and looked suspiciously at the seemingly empty entrance ahead.

"What is it? It’s like there’s an invisible barrier blocking our way."

He and the other gathered followers approached again, reaching out to touch, and indeed felt an invisible yet extremely resilient barrier firmly covering the entire entrance of the hall.

Several strong Molten Iron Warriors tried with all their might to hack at it with weapons, but only dull thuds were heard; the invisible barrier didn’t budge an inch.

"Everyone, step back!"

Russell let out a low growl, signaling the surrounding warriors to retreat.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a bellows, with a bright glow lighting up deep in his throat.

Then he suddenly opened his mouth, spewing a searing Dragon Breath mingled with thunder and flame, stemming from the Iron Dragon Bloodline.

Boom!

The Dragon Breath interwoven with thunder and fire crashed firmly into the invisible barrier, bursting into dazzling light and scattering energy currents.

However, just like the previous physical attacks, this Dragon Breath, capable of melting rock and even steel, was similarly blocked outside, unable even to cause a ripple or undulation on that layer of invisible barrier.

Just as Russell was panting heavily, preparing to try another method.

"Stop, you can’t break through this defense."

Iron Dragon Solrog’s voice rang directly in his heart, carrying a hint of gravity.

With his knowledge, if he was not mistaken, the characteristics displayed by this invisible barrier were very much like — Domain.

This meant that, very likely, a Legendary Level figure had already beaten them to it.

As if to confirm Solrog’s suspicion.

In the next second, as the thought crossed his mind, a Jackal Wolfman Warrior who was almost lying on the barrier, biting at it with his teeth, suddenly stumbled forward, falling to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

The invisible barrier blocking the entrance had vanished.

Then, under the bewildered and uncertain eyes of many Molten Iron Warriors, a figure in a plain white robe walked out from the broken and deep hall interior.

This was a very young-looking woman.

She bore no ornate decorations, her features were as exquisite as a doll’s, her eyes clear as water, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile hung on her lips, making her overall demeanor appear friendly and harmless.

There was no intense energy fluctuation emanating from her, she appeared just like an ordinary human who had wandered into this place by mistake.

However.

Anyone present in this perilous underworld surely meant she was anything but ordinary.

Moreover, quietly hovering in her right hand palm was an energy sphere emitting a soft white glow.

Within the light ball, numerous tiny spirit body silhouettes could be vaguely seen swirling, exactly those Gray Dwarf spirit bodies they had fought fiercely against earlier!

"Who are you?!"

Russell suddenly stepped forward, baring his mouth full of sharp white fangs, the fierce aura overwhelming.

His eyes fixed hard on the light ball in the woman’s hand, realizing this might be the ultimate objective that the Dragon Lord assigned them to explore this underground city.

"Hand over the light ball in your hand!"

Russell growled low, his eyes fierce, "That belongs to our Molten Iron Tribe!"

Faced with the werewolf’s menacing demand and the unfriendly glances from the surrounding monstrous warriors, the white-robed woman remained calm and composed.

"Hello, please don’t be so tense."

She smiled slightly, meeting Russell’s gaze steadily, and said breezily, "I am not your enemy."

It seemed like she was answering the werewolf’s question, but at the same time, her voice also rang clearly and unhindered in Iron Dragon Solrog’s heart above the mine pit.

"I am Aliya, some also call me — the Messenger of Good Fortune."