Chapter 415: Decisive Battle

Chapter 415: The Final Battle

Netero swallowed the violet star stone laced with deadly poison.

Affected by the virulent toxin of the Wind Poison Dragon, he fell into a near-death state.

This unexpectedly activated Netero's racial passive ability—adaptive evolution.

The world where the Netero race lived was filled with dangers.

As rulers of that world, every member of the Netero race possessed extraordinary environmental adaptability.

With sufficient energy, they could theoretically evolve and transform to gain abilities suited for any environment.

To adapt to the Wind Poison Dragon’s venom, Netero evolved an exceptional detoxification capability.

He continuously vaporized and expelled the toxins from within his body.

Though unable to neutralize them completely, he could only reduce their harm by expelling them outward.

The poison of the Wind Poison Dragon was overwhelmingly potent.

The toxins exhaled by Netero turned into misty clouds that dispersed on the wind.

For Netero himself, these diluted vapors were no longer fatal.

But to other living beings, such toxic fumes posed extreme danger.

As the poisonous mists spread, more and more animals and magical beasts inadvertently inhaled or came into contact with them, dying instantly.

Li Wei had never anticipated such consequences.

Had he known this would happen, he definitely wouldn’t have made that decision.

Netero became a true calamity—wherever he went, death followed.

There were no survivors wherever he passed through.

Everyone who witnessed Netero revealing this new power was utterly astounded.

Alchemists gathered trace amounts of the toxic mist for research, crafting antidotes.

“This toxin is incredibly aggressive; it doesn’t resemble anything found naturally on this island.”

A full day had passed since the competition began.

Long ago, alchemists had thoroughly studied all flora, fauna, soil, rocks, and water sources across the island.

They knew exactly what existed here.

Yet none had ever encountered anything like the toxic fog emanating from Netero.

“No matter where the poison comes from—if you alchemists are so numerous, surely there must be some solution?”

“At present, we simply dare not approach Netero.”

“There is indeed a way—we’ve already determined that while this toxin is extremely difficult to deal with, it isn't incurable.”

Alchemists convened to discuss creating an effective antidote.

Meanwhile, everyone observed Netero’s movements closely.

Having adapted to the Wind Poison Dragon’s venom, Netero resumed moving forward.

Now surrounded entirely by toxic mist, nobody dared draw near him.

No one attempted to stop his advance.

The sun set, night descended.

Beneath the dark sky, a figure radiating purple light walked upon the shadowed earth.

Netero had destroyed sixteen arenas and devoured sixteen violet star stones.

His strength grew increasingly terrifying.

Power surged within him, further enhancing his adaptive capabilities.

He ceased emitting poison mist, having instead evolved the ability to store and release toxins at will.

In response, alchemists successfully developed an antidote capable of countering the toxic fog.

More than twenty remaining mages on the island assembled together.

Alchemists distributed the antidote among them.

Elfa stood before the group and declared, “Tonight marks our final deadline. If we fail to defeat the Ancient Catastrophe, we won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.”

“Based on previous reconnaissance, the Ancient Catastrophe has reached semi-legendary status.”

“I believe everyone understands what that means?”

“It means that if we don’t unite, no single individual can possibly confront this ancient beast alone.”

“Therefore, we must stand as one.”

“And now, let us begin our campaign against the Ancient Catastrophe.”

Before Elfa even finished speaking, the group had already agreed upon their strategy.

Their plan consisted of three stages:

First, trap Netero and weaken him as much as possible.

Second, breach his defenses.

Third, eliminate him.

Following the prearranged tactics, over twenty mages scattered and took up positions.

Summoners commanded their summoned creatures to drive away nearby magical beasts, clearing the outer area to prevent interference during combat.

At crucial moments, those same summons would also serve to distract Netero.

To achieve this, several violet star stones had been excavated beforehand to act as bait.

Others split off to lay magical traps along Netero’s path ahead.

Through various methods—and without hesitation—they sought to diminish and restrict Netero’s power.

At this moment, no one held back, each bringing forth hidden skills and treasured items.

By now, hunting down Netero had taken on deeper meaning.

These were the finest mages from five top-tier mage towers.

They could not accept being chased around by a mere ancient catastrophe.

Even if it had grown strong enough to reach semi-legendary rank—

They needed to prove themselves.

So what if it was nearly legendary?

They could still kill it.

Just as mages long ago faced gods and slew them regardless of how powerful they seemed.

How mighty a god may be?

Still, they must fall by our hands.

The slaying of a god was the highest honor one could achieve.

At this moment, killing Nitor had also become a glory that everyone pursued together.

No one cared about winning or losing the competition anymore.

They only wanted to kill Nitor, the nearly invincible ancient calamity beast.

That was all.

Li Wei followed Elfa, Eris, and the others toward the final battlefield.

Elemental mages were responsible for draining Nitor's power.

Space mages were tasked with breaking through Nitor's defenses and delivering the final fatal blow.

Illusionists and alchemists handled consumption, weakening, restriction, and trap arrangement along the way.

Li Wei and the others had already arrived at the final battlefield chosen by Elfa.

A valley at the foot of the Twin Peaks.

Space mages set up spatial sealing arrays around the valley, ensuring Nitor could enter but not escape.

To prevent Nitor from fleeing.

Elemental mages arranged numerous offensive magical arrays within the valley.

Doing their utmost to use the arrays and external objects to weaken Nitor's strength.

Nitor was too powerful.

Relying solely on the mages' own power to drain its energy—

They feared their magical power would be exhausted first.

Rumble!

The ground shook, sounds and magical radiance continuously emerged from the distant forest.

Nitor overcame countless obstacles, step by step walking into the trap set by everyone.

Perhaps Nitor knew this was a trap, yet it had no choice but to come.

Because all the Purple Star Stones had been concentrated here.

It had no other option.

Or perhaps, it simply didn't care whether it was a trap or not.

As long as it devoured all the Purple Star Stones, it could break through to the seventh rank in one fell swoop, gaining invincible strength.

Even if everyone was prepared, it would be of no avail.

Li Wei stood at the peak of the valley, gazing down at Nitor walking from the forest into the valley.

Nitor's fur had completely turned purple.

Radiant with lustrous light.

Every single hair on its body emanated a powerful aura.

Buzz buzz buzz!

When Nitor entered the valley,

The spatial sealing array was activated.

A silver flash passed, and Nitor was transported to the heart of the valley.

The moment Nitor landed, all the offensive magical arrays within the valley were triggered.

Flames, lightning, frost, rocks, trees... all transformed into weapons attacking Nitor.

The valley was submerged in a dazzling array of colorful magical radiance.

(End of Chapter)