Chapter 582: Dragon Soul Fear
The second palm strike, Poisonous Fiend! Four palm strikes were unleashed simultaneously, the dark green Poisonous Fiend attacking from the right.
As Fengxue Dragon Claw blocked, four streams of poisonous energy exploded simultaneously on the claw's surface, spreading corrosive blood mist, but all of it was blocked by the golden armor.
The third palm strike, Scorching Evil! The fourth palm strike, Devouring Evil! The eight palm strikes arrived almost simultaneously, the two evil energies intertwining to form a dark red net of evil energy.
The dragon's tail swept across, and the terrifying gale dispersed the eight palm strikes simultaneously. The shockwave exploded in the air, causing the robes of the four grandmasters to flutter wildly.
The fifth and sixth palm strikes followed closely behind. Feng Xue twisted her body in mid-air and blocked them with both wings at the same time. The shockwaves exploded on the surface of her wings, leaving only a few shallow marks.
The four masters unleashed six palm strikes in succession, but none of them were effective.
Feng Xue either dodged or blocked, using her overwhelming attributes and reaction speed to completely neutralize the attacks.
The seventh strike finally arrived! Three grandmasters unleashed their attacks simultaneously, blocking Feng Xue's escape routes from three directions.
Feng Xue swept her dragon tail to disperse the three palms, but the fourth person's seventh palm passed through the gap in the defense the instant the shockwave dissipated, and slammed solidly into Feng Xue's dragon body.
A dark red beam of light exploded between the silver-white scales, sending fragments flying. That single strike dealt over 700 points of damage.
Fengxue, in pain, raised its head and roared, its roar filled with boundless rage.
It no longer deals with them one by one; the golden set skill is activated—【Armor Unification】!
His entire body was enveloped in golden light, and when the Grandmasters' ordinary attacks struck him, it was like hitting a mountain with a wooden stick, leaving not even a mark.
Only the Blood Fist, Bone-Shattering Whip Kick, and Seven Fiends Blood Handprint could leave a pitiful amount of damage on it.
Fengxue completely abandoned dodging; like an enraged ancient beast, it rampaged through the blood mist.
Frosty breath, dragon wing wind pressure, dragon tail sweep, aerial dive... skills were unleashed one after another.
With one claw, it smashed the hunchbacked old man into a cloud of blood mist, and with one tail, it shattered the bones of another master wielding a staff.
He opened his mouth again and unleashed a frosty breath, freezing the three grandmasters who didn't have time to disperse into three ice sculptures, which fell from the sky and shattered into pieces.
Blood Owl was horrified at the sight and turned to flee, but Fengxue Dragon Head turned back, its icy blue dragon eyes staring down at him.
Blood Owl had only taken one step with his 【Blood Shadow Step】 when 【Dragon Soul Fear】 caught up with him.
His body stiffened, his pupils dilated, and Feng Xue bit his head, killing him instantly as he fell to the ground.
None of the nine masters escaped.
Fengxue raised its head amidst the blood mist and let out a dragon's roar that shook the heavens.
With its wings spread, it swooped down into the deeper parts of the battlefield.
Wherever it passed, silver light and blood mist intertwined, and the dragon's roar shook the entire airspace.
When Fengxue arrived to their aid, the soldiers and Awakened Ones of Fenghuo Territory were instantly ignited with renewed vigor.
"It's Fengxue! Fengxue is here!"
"None of those scum from the Demonic Sect will escape today!"
"Kill! Charge after Lord Fengxue!" A 500-man commander, his face covered in blood, roared at the top of his lungs.
His griffin had its left wing pierced by the Blood Fist, but it still stubbornly pounced on a demonic sect master, its claws tearing open the man's chest.
Beside him, another centurion was engaged in close combat with a disciple of the Demonic Sect, their halberds clashing against iron rods, sparks flying everywhere.
Feng Xue's arrival was like a banner, giving the entire air front a chance to breathe, and then turning to a counterattack.
In the air, masters of the Blood Abyss Sect were constantly being cut down, some surrounded by three or five experts from the Beacon Fire Territory and dismembered by wild blades.
Some were frozen into ice sculptures by Feng Xue's breath and fell to the ground, while others were knocked off their feet by their own people in the melee and were pierced by crossbow bolts and spear flashes in the next second.
Half an hour later, more than 800 of the more than 2,000 Black Feathered Kites had been killed, and more than 200 Grandmasters had died.
Meanwhile, the Beacon Fire Territory also paid a heavy price. Thousands of Icewing Griffins were killed in battle, hundreds of third-stage Awakened warriors died, more than fifty of the ten-thousand-man generals and captains were lost, and more than two hundred of the thousand-man generals were killed.
This was even with the fact that the Beacon Fire Army had twice the strength of the Demon Sect, and with the assistance of the Beacon Snow Army.
The Demon Sect's individual combat capabilities are indeed top-notch; each Grandmaster is a ruthless character who climbed to the top by stepping on the corpses of countless people.
Fengxue's silvery-white dragon eyes swept over the horrific battlefield below, and a surge of anger welled up within him.
It glanced down at the system panel—【Armor Returns to One】, cooldown complete.
Golden light burst forth from its body, instantly enveloping its entire form.
Fengxue let out a deep dragon roar, its wings suddenly flapped, and it swooped down toward the center of the battlefield.
Five hundred meters above the ground, on the other side, a group of demonic sect masters were besieging a team of awakened individuals from the Beacon Fire Territory.
Just as the leading old man in the blood-red robe was about to raise his hand, he suddenly felt a chilling dragon's might approaching from behind.
He turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking! The silver dragon was back again!
"It's here again! That silver dragon is emitting golden light again!" The old man in the blood-red robe's voice changed.
The moment the Demon Sect masters saw that golden figure, their expressions changed drastically.
Last time, this silver dragon activated its golden light and charged directly into their crowd, killing more than thirty grandmasters in just ten minutes.
Even grandmasters fear death, let alone a grandmaster of the Demonic Sect.
Which one of them didn't crawl out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood? They finally broke through to the Grandmaster realm and enjoyed power, beauty, and wealth. Who would want to die in such a hellish place?
A grandmaster with a goatee had just used his Blood Shadow Step to shake off two captains when he turned around and saw the golden light. His face turned pale.
He didn't even care about the lives of his fellow disciples beside him. Blood shadows flashed beneath his feet, and his figure transformed into a long trail of afterimages as he fled towards the outer edge of the battlefield.
He ran while cursing, "I finally reached the Grandmaster level, I can't die here today! Stop standing around, don't gather together! Scatter! Run!"
The other master swordsman also turned around without hesitation, summoning a blood bat clone. His main body transformed into more than a dozen blood-red bats that scattered in all directions.
He was clearly skilled at escaping; the dozen or so bats flew erratically, some even swooping down to the ground, attempting to blend into the chaotic army below.
"Damn it! You dead bat! You run fast!" The goatee master cursed loudly upon seeing this.
A bat that had fled a hundred meters away turned back and spat: "Not running to wait to die? You try charging in! This monster is alright when it's not emitting its golden light, but once it does, it's here to wipe us out! Let whoever wants to die die!"
As the two were hurling insults at each other, Feng Xue had already rushed into another, even denser group of Grandmasters.
Those masters reacted quickly as well, each displaying their unique abilities almost simultaneously.
Some people slung their knives behind their backs and recklessly crawled down, blending into the group of servants and disciples on the ground.
Someone unleashed a cloud of blood mist, activated the Blood Prison Domain, and concealed themselves in stealth.
Some even used Blood Shadow Step, weaving left and right, trying to use other aerial units as cover.
Fengxue chased for five minutes, unleashing icy breath and sweeping dragon tail attacks, but only managed to bite, freeze, or slap three unlucky souls who couldn't react in time.
The remaining masters, like a group of frightened loaches, darted around in and out of the chaotic battlefield, never engaging it head-on.
"roar!"
Feng Xue let out an angry dragon roar, "You grandmasters can run fast, but how can those innate masters run?"