Chapter 755: Shocking Reversal!

"Pursue them! Hurry, pursue them!"

"Remaining paladins and priests, those who can resurrect remain," said Hilu, the Great Elder of the Elves. "The rest, pursue with me!"

In a mere moment of distraction, the boss had actually been kidnapped!?

Capturing anyone else would have been fine, but they actually dared to seize the boss!? This was absolutely disastrous!

Just as the crowd prepared to give chase forward, a pitch-black shadow abruptly manifested in the sky ahead, arriving before them in the mere blink of an eye; it was a sky-shrouding sword-qi of black flames, born from the most distant horizon, having even spanned across several minor human kingdoms.

The sword-qi resembled a colossal crescent moon of ruin, causing some to wonder whether this single strike would reduce them, along with the Lianshan Principality behind them, to ashes!

A chaotic din of shouting, shocked outrage, and furious roars erupted from the crowd; every Saint-level expert, including Hilu the Elves' Great Elder, unleashed the full measure of their strength at this very instant.

"Everyone, burst forth! Concentrate fire!"

"Presence of Mind!"

"Sword-Qi Slash!"

"Meteor!"

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Whether learned from the game or inherent to their own repertoire, at this moment, they all deployed their most formidable spells and combat techniques.

This massive wave of black sword-qi was like a terrifying tsunami; countless lights, large and small, faint and brilliant, submerged into it as if merely kicking up tiny droplets of spray, as the attacks of over ten Saint-level combatants from the Allied Coalition poured frantically upon this torrent of sword-qi.

Only then did they witness the colossal sword-qi gradually weaken, until finally, only a faint black mist remained; yet the immense impact left by the strike had already sent many within the coalition forces tumbling head over heels.

By the time they regained their composure, the crowd could only watch as that Shadow Demonic Dragon vanished into the far reaches of the northern sky.

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"So powerful...!" At the Summit of Nations, even Cleyus, despite being a Sword Saint, turned pale upon witnessing this scene.

Even Hermaddon, the World Mage who was habitually proud and somewhat arrogant, could not help but suck in a sharp breath: "Is this the true power of the Death Lord...?"

To forcefully repel the entire coalition with a single stroke of the sword—such might was simply unimaginable!

Meanwhile, in another quarter, Princess Isabella—acclaimed as the Glory of the Divine Kingdom and rumored to possess power exceeding even that of the supreme monarch of the Radiance Divine Kingdom—stepped out from her palace; at such dizzying heights, the cold was unbearable, and a freezing wind sharp as a knife buffeted the hem of her pale-gold gown, while her eyes, cold as the snow atop the peaks, seemed to gaze down from the summit of the world toward the distant north.

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"Quickly! Follow them!" At the Summit of Nations, these powerhouses continued to stare intently at the situation on the battlefield via projection; even the Judgement Temple, harboring various ulterior motives, impatiently commanded the mage corps in charge of the magical projection to shift their viewpoint over.

In this world, many spells could achieve the effect of long-distance surveillance projection, such as the one employed by the Summit of Nations, which was among the highest-grade scrying spells: the Eye of Inspection.

An invisible spiritual force coalesced in the sky, resembling an unseen eye.

"Do not get too close," Saint Duran repeatedly warned.

Others might have harbored a fleeting thought of rescue for a brief instant, but considering that some were still in places like the Silver Moon Forest, the Dwarf Kingdom, or even remote borders, they could not possibly make it in time anyway; thus, they simply allowed the projection to remain displayed at the Summit of Nations.

Traversing lofty mountains and high ridges, the rivers and forests below rapidly receded behind him, and at this moment, Boss Fang suddenly received a system message and was currently examining his system panel.

Beep. Task: Miracle of the Holy Light completed.

Boss Fang glanced at the task list.

Task: Miracle of the Holy Light: Create a miracle with the Holy Light, and lead the players of this shop to achieve a glorious victory.

Task auxiliary items: Token of Life * 05, Carrying Stone * 02 (Used)

Task reward: Carrying Stone * 1

Acquire task reward?

Yes.

The previous two Carrying Stones had been task items that had to be used for the mission, but this one belonged entirely to himself.

This was yet another powerful trump card.

After the new task reward was obtained, Boss Fang saw two additional notifications; one concerned the opening time of The Burning Crusade version, while the other pertained to a new game.

Just as he was about to check them, the surrounding sky suddenly brightened.

Amidst the boundless snowy peaks, a colossal vortex of darkness hung high in the heavens, drawing the endless wind and snow into its pitch-black expanse like an unfathomable black hole.

"It is time for us to depart." Marque, the Lord of Grievance—the tall, thin mage clad in a black cloak—glanced at the sky, seemingly having noticed that someone was monitoring them, though he did not care at this moment. "How shall we dispose of this fellow?"

The youth, who appeared to be barely in his twenties, was still looking around, seemingly sizing up his surroundings.

"Shall we sacrifice him?" The voice of Marque, the Lord of Grievance, was somber and icy, like the judgment of the Grim Reaper. "The Divine Master above will surely find this fellow most interesting."

"It is over!" A look of sorrow inevitably surfaced on the beautiful face of the Elven Queen, Kelanbell. This commander, who had just led the multi-racial coalition to a great and glorious victory, had never expected he would perish here in such a manner.

"Oh...! This truly is a heroic elegy." The Dwarf King sighed deeply; these dwarves, though gruff, were not lacking in sentiment, and his eyes grew slightly red.

Meanwhile, an imperceptible trace of satisfaction flickered across Saint Duran's face.

Look, this is the price!

"Perhaps only Her Highness the Princess could save him, but now, it is already too late," the World Mage Hermaddon remarked.

For they could already see that the lofty figure seated upon the Shadow Demonic Dragon had brought the demonic sword, blazing with fierce black flames, slashing violently downward!

Having experienced the terror of the previous strike, they could feel the frightening power contained within the sword at this moment, even across the magical projection.

This single strike would perhaps not only destroy Fang Qi, but would shatter the very mountain beneath him into pieces alongside him!

In the Dwarf Kingdom, that monarch smashed his fist down fiercely, shattering the stone table before him to pieces.

At this moment, even the powerhouses of various nations who had previously retreated, yet still possessed a modicum of spirit, could not help but clench their fists slightly.

Meanwhile, the corners of Saint Duran's mouth curled up slightly.

Boom!

A earth-shaking roar swept through the heavens and the earth; atop the snowy peak, it was as if a nuclear bomb had detonated, and a terrifying blast wave swept away the surrounding wind and snow like a tempest.

Strangely, the earth remained entirely unscathed.

Immediately following that, everyone at the Summit of Nations witnessed such a scene:

Beneath the colossal blade, a figure clad in a red trench coat with silver-white hair was revealed.

An arm, clad in a gauntlet of black, steel-like scales, had actually caught the black demonic sword directly in its grasp!

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PS: Recommending a new book, "Death Carpooling Group," which leans toward a darker style. Friends who like it can take a look.

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