Silently waiting for the blue glow on the Wither's body to fade, Ryen's voice suddenly ca through the communication channel to everyone's ears.
"Attack!"
Everyone began the siege on the Wither in an orderly manner.
One person rushed forward and slashed, then imdiately retreated. Another erged from a nearby tunnel and delivered a few more strikes.
The Wither looked fierce, unleashing its might unrestrainedly in this confined space.
But unfortunately, like a lion in a cage, it could only rage powerlessly—none of its attacks landed on anyone.
This style of combat actually surprised Beidou and the others.
Who here wasn't a famous, even top-tier powerhouse in Teyvat?
The Geo Archon, the Anemo Archon, the illuminated adepti of the Three Eyes Five Manifestations, nurous top-tier Archons...
Anywhere else, any one of them could dominate a region and turn the tide of battle.
But in this world, no matter the identity or status, everyone fought together in unity and coordination.
For Beidou, she really liked this kind of power—unity.
At sea, the most important things were trust and teamwork, being able to entrust your back to reliable crewmates.
This situation was no different.
As for Tartaglia, his thoughts were simpler.
He felt this group raid against a powerful enemy was exhilarating—just watching made him itch to join in.
Even more exciting was the fact that no one used elental powers—only pure combat techniques and precise strikes.
To him, this kind of battle was far more thrilling than clashing with elental bursts.
But with Rosalyne watching him coldly from the side, he couldn't do anything just yet.
He could only widen his eyes and morize everyone's movents, determined to jump into the action as soon as possible.
"Half health! Cease ranged attacks, lee close in!"
As the Wither's HP dropped, Ryen drew his diamond sword and charged forward, slashing the Wither once.
No one let their guard down just because the Wither was about to die.
That ti when Venti got blown up had shaken a lot of them.
And since the Wither hadn't entered its second phase yet, no one wanted to see what it looked like either.
Back and forth they fought, and soon, the Wither's health hit zero. With the final strike, the Wither froze in midair, then slowly exploded into beams of light.
A Nether Star floated quietly to the ground.
Zhongli stepped forward quickly to pick it up, while the others regrouped in the space.
Although they had night vision potions, they still needed to watch out for monster spawns.
Rosalyne quickly walked to Zhongli's side, eyes burning as she stared at the Nether Star.
"This is the core of a beacon—the Nether Star? It truly does feel mysterious."
Ryen chuckled.
"What's mysterious about it? We've seen this thing back in Teyvat. It's nothing special—only when turned into a beacon does it emit a strong aura of natural laws."
"But being ordinary in appearance is a kind of uniqueness too."
Zhongli nodded and carefully stored the Nether Star.
"Let's continue. After this, I'll handle the final blow."
Beside them, Xiao began setting up the soul sand again.
Moon Carver stretched his arms and said with a soft laugh:
"Although this Wither Storm looks smaller than the Ender Dragon, it's far more dangerous."
"This battle reminds this immortal of the days when I fought alongside old friends and the Geo Archon against the Demon Gods."
"Though it was exhausting, the joy after victory is truly beyond words."
Beidou nodded in agreent and added:
"When a team unites as one and overcos a challenge together, that kind of victory really gets your blood pumping. It's way more thrilling than fighting alone."
"Hey, Ryen,"
Beidou nudged Ryen with her elbow and grinned,
"Let join the fight too. Just watching you guys has got itching for action."
Tartaglia quickly raised his hand.
" too! I've morized the tactics for dealing with the Wither Storm. I'll be just fine!"
Ryen didn't reject them this ti. Both of them were seasoned warriors who'd seen their share of battles—letting them join in after watching once wouldn't be an issue.
It was reasonable to include them.
So he nodded in agreent.
But he still reminded them:
"Whatever you do, don't get hit by the Wither's explosion. If you do get injured, drink milk imdiately to cure the Wither effect."
"There are plenty more battles coming up—don't waste your Totem of Undying here."
Beidou chuckled and shrugged.
"Such a precious item—I definitely don't plan to waste it here."
Ryen waved his hand and had everyone return to their positions. He gave one final reminder:
"Pay close attention to my instructions. The final blow must be delivered by Zhongli. Otherwise, the Nether Star won't form the Totem of Resurrection."
"Got it!"
Ryen didn't say more.
He placed the Wither skulls again and imdiately retreated.
The Wither, which had just been slain, once again shimred with blue light as it ford.
That sa oppressive pressure returned. Tartaglia grinned and pulled out his diamond sword.
His entire body tensed like a leopard ready to pounce.
"This is thrilling!"
"I've barely been in this world for long, and I'm already getting to take part in such an epic battle!"
"I knew it! I was right all along!"
"This world is incredible—it's paradise for !"
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