Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1349 - 380: One Step Away from Hongmen_2

Prince Benitez’s brows were lowered, and he did not answer. His slender fingers gently tapped the smooth, mirror-like surface of the oval council table in a rhythm.

Liu Zhenhan answered with action rather than words, as a layer of Ice Peak Throne Armor swiftly enveloped him from head to toe. The gleaming, Chevrolet double-edged battle axe was also held aloft in his hands, while several overlapping "Strength Pattern Shields" whirled and wound around him. Wisps of icy frost transferred from the ancient armor into the cold air, accumulating and lingering.

The leader of the Black Dragons, Ronaldinho, and the Blood Infant Siro’s expressions changed. They both stepped forward in unison, while the Elf Matrons quickly got up from their seats and took a step back.

Two curtains shielding compartments rolled back, and dozens of Moore Sword Chanters, Mages, and Drow martial arts masters, along with the beautiful priestesses wielding serpent-headed whips, rushed out. There were also the burly Forest Guardians, Gray Dwarf Soldiers, and Forest Dryads, as well as Moore Warriors that Liu Zhenhan had never seen before, clad in fish scale armor, wielding crescent-shaped tower shields and moon blade saws.

Each of these fallen Elf warriors had prominent temples and steady footsteps.

The Mages were calm and composed, with mana in abundance.

Leading them was none other than the commander from the battle of the Salino Swamp in the Underground World - the Night Hunter Jalincha.

The atmosphere had become so tense in an instant, it was almost suffocating.

From a flower pot in the corner, a purple tri-leaf violet flew to the left hand of the Feilengcui Lord, who wore black gloves. With a snap of his incomplete fingers, the purple tri-leaf violet, pinched between his fingers, shot out like lightning toward the thick canopy of the tree house.

A "thud" rang out as if the cork of an aged oak wine barrel had been popped, and a radiant beam of light pierced through the half-foot-thick roof of the tree house.

This beam of light not only illuminated the darkness but also chilled the restless fallen Elves like a bucket of snow water poured over them.

The surrounding gazes were utterly shocked by this petal, and every fallen Elf felt as if they were statically shocked, their movements and gazes becoming stiff and fixed. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Just a fragile petal could cause such a domineering attack effect; if it were instead a thrown sword or a flying dagger... the consequences...

The fallen Elf warriors were suddenly filled with a hint of fear towards this man.

While the "Pick Flower Finger" intimidated the whole room, the air in front of Liu Zhenhan suddenly rippled with black patterns.

Eighty fierce warriors encased in magma appeared out of nowhere!

These warriors, with twisted horns growing from their heads, were huge and muscular, resembling standing wild buffalos. Each carried a stone shield and stone axe, emanating an aura of death as formidable war machines, "Stone Helmet Golem". They were eighty Ymir Minotaurs from the "Death Lord’s Shield," an Undead space of the Ymir. The eight Buer Tribe Soul Wanderers in charge of command naturally opted for the Undead’s innate ability to become invisible.

The Tide Lord Gerein, along with the Ghostly Nine-headed Hydra and the Netherworld Fire Skeleton Tyrant, were bound to reveal themselves as premier combatants.

Although their combat power was limited, nine ghostly serpent heads exhaling deathly chill and twelve skeletal eyes spewing fireballs were enough to startle anyone seeing them for the first time. As for the half-skeletal, half-scale-armored Tide Lord, it appeared particularly ferocious and strange.

Liu Zhenhan lightly brushed the Ice Peak Throne Armor with his axe, and six Netherworld Light Shields immediately hovered around him, followed by twelve "Lightning Shields" and an Elemental Mermaid.

The "Lightning Shield" was an instant-cast battle song shield bestowed upon Liu Zhenhan by Moer in the Earth Element Dragon Crystal; Liu Zhenhan now possessed a Dragon Crystal.

The Feilengcui priest had access to high-grade magic crystals, and all the "Lightning Shields" were blessed by Moer. Ever since consuming the "Bi Xue Dan Qing," the "Lodoss War Guardian Song - Lightning Shield" summoned by Moer had reached an unprecedented twelve layers, with the finely woven electrical net of the Lightning Shield being as solid as reality.

Once again, all the fallen Elves were dumbfounded. In a mere moment of bewilderment, the Feilengcui Lord summoned helpers no less in number than theirs, making the large council hall seem cramped with the sudden addition of two large groups of people.

The Patriarch of the Black Dragon Clan, Ronaldinho, and the Blood Infant Siro, still appeared nonchalant, but their eyes had clearly changed. Their arrogance had vanished, replaced by caution.

The majesty and demeanor of a super-level warcraft would not diminish simply by becoming an Undead creature. This was pride stemming from deep within their spirits! Whether it was the Hydra Xu Dela or Gerein or the less fortunate Evil-eye Tyrant, their decline in strength could not diminish the aura of haughtiness developed over eons of existence and accumulation!

The Feilengcui Lord was even more eye-catching, surrounded by at least twenty magical shields.

More than twenty magic shields – what a terrifying ratio that was!

Across the wide oval council table, Prince Benitez’s mouth gaped wide open like a fish on the verge of asphyxiation and death.

The Elder Shepherd-tree People, Cruyff, didn’t just sit idly either. With Liu Zhenhan finishing the summoning of his Ring Spirits, Cruyff, a step behind, finished chanting the last string of urgent spells. With a burst of green light, the large house made of trees shook violently and suddenly ten enormous Tree Bears, each six to seven meters tall, emerged from the surrounding tree walls.

Without exception, the sturdy wooden walls each had a new person-shaped cavity, through which the bright sunlight slanted, penetrating the deep darkness.