"Give up! Foolish Unshacklers! You stand no chance against the True God!"
Urbis roared furiously.
Seizing a gap in McCarthy’s attack, his body transford into golden light, forcibly withstanding Regina and Hillna’s long-range strikes as he charged forward.
"Boom!!"
A massive collision sound echoed, shattering the barrier ticulously arranged by everyone, disintegrating into scattered glowing particles in the air.
Great Druid Acatus morphed into a giant bear dozens of ters tall, charging forward to block the path but was pierced through the body with a single strike, falling to the ground.
Even with the formidable life force of the bear form, this kind of injury left him completely devoid of combat power, barely surviving with the aid of natural magic.
Fortunately, his efforts paid off.
Urbis was stopped by the attack, and with his grave injuries, he bought McCarthy ti to cast a new round of magic.
"Heh, it’s useless."
At this mont, the Beastman King was enveloped entirely in golden light; these rays successfully fended off McCarthy’s magical onslaught.
Though he appeared sowhat disheveled now, he had not actually sustained any damage.
McCarthy too recognized the dire state of affairs, yet both sides were in a standoff, leaving him with no feasible solution.
"Do I really have to use the forbidden curse again...?"
He thought with a touch of bitterness in his heart.
Releasing another forbidden curse is possible.
However, by doing so, he would be severely depleted, losing the ability to continue fighting.
Although the situation was already very difficult, McCarthy still wished to retain a bit of strength.
The last remaining forbidden curse was intended for use during the Divine Presence Festival.
But looking at the current scenario, it seed increasingly unlikely for him to hold out much longer.
Just as McCarthy hesitated about unleashing the forbidden curse, a mighty dragon’s roar suddenly echoed from the distant sky, and three figures swiftly approached.
"Urbis!!"
Elcurus glared angrily at the nearby golden figure, with his emotions completely consud by revenge.
Though the one who truly killed him wasn’t this Beastman, he could not forgive this accomplice either.
Elcurus now felt inflated, since being resurrected by Zhang Xiaoman, he could clearly sense a fundantal transformation of power within his body.
Not only had the forr golden dragon fla changed into frost breath, but more crucially, the nature of that energy was utterly different from before.
Elcurus didn’t know what kind of energy this was, but he could feel its imnse strength.
Since Zhang Xiaoman resurrected him using undead magic, the energy within Elcurus now shifted from forr elental power directly to dark spiritual power, an instantaneous ascent.
Thus, this is why Elcurus, upon becoming a frost giant dragon, could so swiftly bow his proud head to this seemingly young human of the Human Clan.
The binding force and subtle influence of the undead magic were only part of it; the main reason was this overwhelming strength.
Once he truly felt the mighty power of dark spiritual strength, Elcurus started to gradually accept everything from the bottom of his heart.
The two black dragon brothers behind naturally felt similarly; they too recognized the unfamiliar power within their bodies by now.
At this point, the two dragons had ceased their roaring, instead quietly following Zhang Xiaoman’s guidance to the ruins of the Wall of Sighs, confronting a forr ally.
To call them allies was inaccurate, as Jilinget and Pujekrus were not particularly amicable towards Urbis.
When Zhang Xiaoman controlled them to counterattack the opponent, they even felt a trace of joy.
It couldn’t be helped; previously this guy had set them, and the entire Black Dragon Clan, up.
Such a powerful adversary, he had led them to their deaths, leading to the downfall of the Black Dragon Clan.
This account couldn’t be settled with Zhang Xiaoman, so naturally it fell on Urbis’s shoulders.
The three frost giant dragons swiftly passed over the battlefield, soon reaching above the crowd.
The terrifying frost breath emanated from Elcurus’s mouth, instantly engulfing the Beastman King.
It must be said, Elcurus now indeed had grounds for feeling inflated.
With rely one breath of frost, this Beastman whom many holy ranks could do nothing against, was severely wounded directly.
This was partly due to Urbis’s own recklessness.
Initially upon seeing Elcurus’s attack, he hadn’t considered it a threat.
Just like defending against McCarthy, he activated the golden fighting spirit transford by the Ard Ring for defense.
After all, in his view, he was quite familiar with Elcurus’s strength as the Golden Holy Dragon King.
Both sides had once been top powerhouses of the continent and part of the Unshacklers Association, naturally understanding each other’s strengths.
Now Elcurus was an undead; even if his strength hadn’t fallen too drastically, it shouldn’t exceed his forr strength.
Thus, Urbis hadn’t regarded such an attack as a hazard.
Instead, it was the presence of that human man standing on the opponent’s head which Urbis truly regarded as the greatest threat.
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