"Huh? The sandstorm disappeared?"
In the orc army, a shaman suddenly turned his gaze towards the direction behind him, a surprised expression on his face.
Originally, they didn’t pay much attention to the situation behind them, partly because they didn’t believe the Black Dragon Army led by Pujekrus would lose, and partly because they needed to focus on the current battle, without getting distracted.
But this ti, the commotion caused by the confrontation between Zhang Xiaoman and Pujekrus was so intense that everyone in the midst of battle couldn’t help but stop their actions and turn to look.
Urbis quickly flew to the sky to carefully observe the situation there.
Previously, due to the heavy sandstorm, although the battle between Zhang Xiaoman and the Black Dragon Army was fierce, outsiders found it difficult to see the situation inside.
But now, when the sandstorm dissipated, the scene presented in front of them left everyone dumbfounded.
On the field, all the black dragons lay motionless on the ground.
Their bodies were covered by the sandstorm, turning into a withered gray, so even began to decay, exposing their ghastly white bones.
The largest Pujekrus had also fallen.
Being punched by Zhang Xiaoman and sent flying hundreds of ters away, it was the closest to Kuhan City.
Adding to its enormous size, even those with lower abilities could see its appearance.
Blood flowing from seven orifices, one eye destroyed, it looked like so kind of penetrating wound reaching the brain.
"The Black Dragon Army... all dead...?"
An old shaman looked at this scene in disbelief, unable to accept it for a while.
There were nearly twenty black dragons, among them Pujekrus, a Ninth Rank existence; how could they be annihilated in such a short ti?
And the opponent was actually a human they had never heard of.
The occurrence of this scene was far more unacceptable than the previous fall of Jilinget.
After all, there were more than a dozen black dragons here, and because of the previous battle with Elcurus, most of the young dragons had died, leaving only the real Eighth Rank adult dragons.
Even if you were a Ninth Rank Peak mage, even stronger than Elcurus, you wouldn’t annihilate the entire Black Dragon Army so quickly!
Even if they couldn’t win, they were dragons; running away would have been easy.
No one knew what exactly had happened earlier; the furious sandstorm obscured their sight and perception.
McCarthy stood on the city wall, staring at that side without blinking, filled with surprise yet faintly understanding.
He himself couldn’t explain why he felt this way.
Perhaps this mysterious Ji Xing’s previous incredible performances had stirred in him an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
The other Holy Ones felt the sa.
After a mont of dumbfounded stillness, Yohad suddenly erupted in deafening laughter, loudly shouting phrases like "Ji Xing is truly extraordinary."
Both the elves Regina and Acatus also smiled; this Ji Xing always brought them surprises and unexpected events, just like before, and now.
Even the Undead Princess Hillna beside them showed an astonished expression.
In her eyes that emitted an icy blue glow, a rare emotion besides indifference appeared.
On the orc side, Urbis had a grim expression.
His gaze locked onto the human hovering in the air from several kiloters away.
Zhang Xiaoman sensed the gaze of the other side, stared back for a mont, and then descended to the ground, arriving next to his alchemy crucible.
"Finally completed."
He raised his hand, carefully extracting the solution from the crucible and placing it into an empty bottle.
Who could have imagined that such a small bottle of dicine contained dozens of precious materials, including a large amount of essence blood from a Golden Holy Dragon King?
If before he felt uncertain about fighting those so-called divine beings, now, with this dicine, his confidence soared significantly.
Sensing the strong magical waves from the direction of Kuhan City, Zhang Xiaoman knew it must be the mages using McCarthy’s scrolls for defense.
Without further delay, he prepared to return.
Just as Zhang Xiaoman was about to leave, his gaze suddenly fell on the colossal dragon corpse beside him.
This was the corpse of Elcurus, larger than the Ninth Rank Pujekrus.
His heart stirred slightly, Zhang Xiaoman paused, his hand glowing with an icy blue light.
...
Atop the Kuhan City wall, the mages were thodically using their magical scrolls in rotation.
These scrolls ranged from the Seventh Tier to the Ninth Rank.
Each carried imnse power, normally rare and unattainable.
Yet now, they beca the most ordinary, cheap consumables.
Ripped apart like flowing water, ignited, transforming into fireworks filling the sky, taking countless orc lives.
Those here were low-level mages.
Never in their dreams did they imagine they would one day wildly waste such valuable magic scrolls.
In the past, it was unimaginable even in dreams.
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