Chapter 1681: Chapter 921: Garrison’s True Strength (Part 2)
This magic array emanated a bizarre and powerful magic power, akin to a massive vortex, distorting the surrounding air.
The powerful magic directly repelled Dominic, his body resembling a kite with a snapped string, flying backward and landing heavily on the ground.
This magic array rapidly spread around Garrison, its complex magic runes flickering like living things, nearly obscuring the entire sky.
The interwoven magic runes formed a large and mysterious pattern, seemingly containing endless evil.
Immediately, an extremely large figure slowly emerged from the magic array.
It was a bone dragon exuding terrifying undead qi!
Its body was massive and hideous, its skeleton white as jade, yet emitting a spine-chilling coldness.
Streams of pale green and black qi curled around the bone dragon’s skeleton, floating like ghosts, adding an indescribable eeriness and horror.
Undoubtedly, this was a legendary bone dragon!
Its eyes flashed with ghostly green flames, as if burning with endless hatred and death.
It opened its giant mouth, releasing a deafening roar, a sound like a scream from hell, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.
After the roar, the bone dragon lunged at Dominic.
Its movement was swift and agile, like lightning, instantly reaching Dominic’s front.
Before Dominic could react, he was directly hit by the giant claws of the bone dragon, propelled a great distance away.
His body again drew a long arc in the air and then landed heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Moments later, Dominic rose again.
He tightly gripped the giant and fiercely glowing axe in his hand, staring fixedly at the hideous and terrifying legendary bone dragon before him.
Subsequently, Dominic let out a thunderous roar and charged at the bone dragon, swinging his giant axe like a bolt of lightning.
Dominic had his own resolve.
For him, abandoning the identity of the 106th level Abyss Lord and fleeing was a hundred times more painful than being killed outright.
As for the ancient dragon ahead, although it held the name of legend, Dominic sensed it was essentially just a summoned creature.
On his side, however, there were two legendary strongmen.
In comparison, Dominic felt they had a chance to defeat Garrison.
Despite not understanding why Garrison was hiding his strength and had a legendary level bone dragon at his side, it couldn’t shake his determination to fight.
Without fully exerting an effort, Dominic wouldn’t willingly give up.
Before long, Dominic was entangled in fierce combat with this bone dragon.
He leaped high, the giant axe in his hand crashing towards the bone dragon’s head with fearful authority.
Bang!
The massive force struck the bone dragon’s white skeletal head, issuing a loud noise.
The bone dragon’s head was violently jerked upwards by the force.
Surprisingly, only a bit of bone ash fell.
The head and body of this legendary bone dragon didn’t suffer much damage.
Furthermore, the dense and eerie undead qi on the bone dragon seemed to have life, quickly spreading across the wound.
In moments, the cracks that had just appeared on its head healed at an observable speed, as if never attacked, showing no sign of injury.
Dominic was astonished by this sight.
In his understanding, although bone dragons appeared terrifying, exhibiting a seemingly invincible aura, in reality, their bodies were usually quite fragile.
Bone dragons relied more on their eerie undead qi and aging magic attacks to defeat opponents.
Yet the bone dragon before him broke all his expectations.
Its body was extraordinarily tough, and Dominic’s slashing attacks combined with the fiercely burning flames had little effect on it.
For a while, Dominic and the bone dragon were locked in a deadlocked combat state, the two exchanging blows and entangled together, with no outcome discernible in a short time.
Dominic continuously swung his giant axe, each attack laced with all his strength and anger.
The bone dragon, relying on its tough body and eerie undead qi, neutralized Dominic’s attacks time and again, awaiting opportunity for counterattack.
Meanwhile, on another side, Legendary Enchanting Demon Veronica found herself deep in peril.
Her circumstances were even more dire compared to Dominic.
Veronica, known for her mysteriousness, was at this moment firmly suppressed by Legendary Witch Demon Garrison.
Garrison, with his dry, branch-like but powerful body, tightly locked Veronica’s right arm.
Her right arm felt clamped by iron, regardless of her struggle, she couldn’t budge an inch.
Each escape attempt was met with an even stronger clamp from Garrison, a force seemingly on the brink of crushing her right arm.
Simultaneously, the magic fluctuations emanating from Garrison became ever more terrifying.
The fluctuations spread like surging tides, wave after wave, spreading a fearsome aura in all directions.
Feeling the terrifying fluctuation, Veronica’s face instantly turned extremely grim.
Her initially fair skin now paled even further, her gaze revealing a hint of panic.
But after all, Veronica was legendary.
She endured the piercing pain from her right arm, beginning to crazily launch attacks against Garrison.
Her hands moved rapidly, claws striking towards Garrison.
Simultaneously, she marshaled more of her inner strength, attempting to forcefully rush into Garrison’s body.
She held one thought in mind, to break Garrison’s body and escape this terrible bind.
However, reality was cruel.
Though Veronica’s attacks were fierce, Garrison was like a hard rock, unmoving.
The magic fluctuations on his body grew stronger, seemingly forming an invisible shield, deflecting each of Veronica’s magical attacks.
Moreover, the strength she was pouring into his body was quickly suppressed by his powerful magic.
Just like turbulent river waters hitting a solid dam, it was unable to advance at all.
Though his frail body showed many injuries under Veronica’s attacks, these injuries seemed insignificant to him.
Like a creature insensible to pain, he continued holding tightly onto Veronica’s right arm, his gaze radiating cold indifference and disdain.
Seeing her attacks yield no results, Veronica was filled with unwillingness and anger.
She felt the increasing pressure from Garrison’s body, as though a giant invisible mountain weighed down on her, leaving her near breathlessness.
In this desperate situation, Veronica, gritting her teeth, made a decisive choice.
A resolute glint flashed through her eyes, as she swung her left hand’s claw to sever her own right arm without hesitation.
Crimson blood erupted like a fountain, splattering onto the ground, forming an eye-catching pool of blood.
After severing her right arm, Veronica disregarded the searing pain, immediately retreating.
Her body trembled slightly from the pain, but she knew hesitation or stalling would lead to death.
Faced with Veronica’s resolute move, Garrison merely silently extracted her severed arm from his chest.
His actions were slow and steady, as if handling a trivial matter.
Then, he held the severed arm, shadows of black magic light engulfing it.
Before long, Veronica’s severed arm transformed into a White Bone Cross.
In an instant, Veronica sensed an inexplicable connection forming between herself and the White Bone Cross in Garrison’s hand.
The connection was like an invisible thread binding her tightly, filling her with an ominous foreboding.
She felt her strength constantly flowing towards that White Bone Cross through this invisible thread.
And she was utterly unable to stop it.
What on earth is this wretched thing!
