46: Chapter 46 Crimson Flame Sword Talisman

He could easily escape in the chaos, but not far from him, a guard at the Qi Refining Middle Stage had fallen into danger.

The guard was struggling to block the frontal assault of an Earth-walking Dragon with a spiritual shield, unable to attend to anything else, and failed to notice another Yao Beast had quietly circled to his flank, its fanged maw lunging toward his defenseless neck.

The guard's pupils constricted as he sensed the danger, but it was too late to pull back his defense, and a flicker of despair crossed his eyes!

In that critical moment, an inconspicuous Ice Thorn arrived first despite being launched later, accurately piercing the eye socket of the ambushing Earth-walking Dragon.

The Earth-walking Dragon let out a wail, its massive body crashing to the ground right in front of the guard, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Su Chengyuan withdrew his finger and turned around, acting as if nothing had happened.

What he could do was perform small tasks within his power without drawing attention.

However, the battle situation on the field was becoming increasingly unfavorable for the human Cultivators.

Except for Zhao Shan, who still held a slight upper hand, but he was also pinned down by that Earth-walking Dragon Leader at the Early Foundation Establishment Stage, unable to pull away at all.

The aloof youth Lin Feng, though at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, clearly lacked combat experience; besieged by two Earth-walking Dragons, he was in a frantic scramble, his situation perilous.

"Puchi!"

In a moment of carelessness, an Earth-walking Dragon's sharp claws slashed his thigh, and blood flowed freely.

The intense pain caused him to lose focus, and the other Earth-walking Dragon seized the opportunity to open its maw and lunge for his head.

Despair appeared in Lin Feng's eyes.

Just then, Su Chengyuan, who was contending with an Earth-walking Dragon nearby, appeared to frantically perform hand seals, condensing a fireball and hurling it at the Yao Beast in front of him.

However, with a flick of his wrist, the fireball actually brushed past the Yao Beast's body, tracing a wobbly arc and heading straight toward Lin Feng, who was being besieged on the other side.

"Damn it!" Lin Feng cursed inwardly. Was he going to die under his own ally's Spell instead of the Yao Beast's maw?

But as luck would have it, the fireball landed right on the side of the face of the Earth-walking Dragon that was biting at him.

The fireball wasn't very powerful, but it successfully knocked the Earth-walking Dragon's head aside; the lethal fangs grazed Lin Feng's scalp, trailing a string of blood droplets.

Still shaken, Lin Feng instinctively looked toward where the fireball had come from, only to see the middle-aged Loose Cultivator slapping his thigh in frustration and muttering a curse, seemingly annoyed by his own poor aim.

Su Chengyuan quickly withdrew his gaze.

He simply continued to dodge the Yao Beasts' attacks, occasionally launching a Spell of his own.

As time passed, the battle at the center between Zhao Shan and the Earth-walking Dragon Leader reached a fever pitch.

The battle between Zhao Shan and the Earth-walking Dragon Leader had turned the entire mountain hollow into a wasteland.

Saber beams collided with demonic power, kicking up massive amounts of earth and stone with every clash; shattered rock fragments flew in all directions, forcing the surrounding Cultivators and Yao Beasts to stay away.

The power of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was fully revealed; the high-grade magic tool long saber in Zhao Shan's hand turned into streaks of white saber light, suppressing the Earth-walking Dragon Leader, who was also at the Early Foundation Establishment Stage.

However, the Yao Beast's powerful Physical Body showed a massive advantage at this moment.

When the saber light struck its red bone armor, it could only leave behind white marks; sparks flew, but it was difficult to inflict a fatal wound.

In contrast, every tail swipe and every charge from the Earth-walking Dragon Leader carried immense force.

Zhao Shan had also tried to use his artifact to fly into the air and take the high ground, but although the beast couldn't fly, it could condense fist-sized crimson demonic power light bullets in its mouth, firing them continuously into the air and forcing him to avoid staying airborne for long.

More importantly, flying with an artifact was inherently taxing, and with his Early Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, he couldn't sustain it for long.

The long-range Spells he released were easily dodged, and even if they hit the Yao Beast's hard bone armor, they had little effect.

As a result, he was pinned to the ground, draining his already precious spiritual power.

"This can't go on!" Zhao Shan was anxious.

He could feel his spiritual power rapidly depleting, while his opponent remained as fierce as ever.

Gritting his teeth, he moved his Divine Sense and summoned a simple, ancient small shield from his Storage Pouch.

The small shield expanded upon meeting the wind, growing to the size of a millstone with sharp, cold light glinting off its edges; it was yet another high-grade magic tool that combined offense and defense.

"Go!"

Zhao Shan pointed his fingers, and the small shield shot out like a spinning ray of light, carrying the sound of breaking air as it slammed hard into the Earth-walking Dragon Leader's head.

"Dang!"

With a loud metallic clang, the spinning small shield was bounced high into the air, while the Earth-walking Dragon Leader's head jerked violently, its massive body forced back half a step by the impact.

The hardest piece of bone armor on its head was actually forced into a fine crack, and a trickle of dark red blood slowly seeped out from the fissure.

But this minor injury, instead of making it fearful, completely ignited its ferocity.

With an even more violent roar, it ignored the wound on its head and, its massive body trailing a foul wind, charged at Zhao Shan with even more madness.

Zhao Shan's heart sank, realizing that conventional attacks could no longer pose a fatal threat to this beast.

If this dragged on any longer, even if he won, the entire merchant caravan would be destroyed.

He couldn't hold back anymore!

A look of determination flashed in Zhao Shan's eyes.

He forcefully repelled the Earth-walking Dragon Leader and carefully drew a crimson Talisman from his robes, which had a small flaming sword drawn on it.

A Tier 2 Medium Grade Talisman—the "Blazing Flame Sword Talisman"!

This was his trump card for survival, a reward he had obtained from a near-death mission; he had originally intended to save it for a life-or-death moment, but now he couldn't afford to care about that.

"Beast, die!" Zhao Shan growled, frantically pouring most of his remaining spiritual power into the Talisman.

The Talisman instantly erupted with a blinding red light, and a terrifying pressure far exceeding the Early Foundation Establishment Stage spread out.

The Earth-walking Dragon Leader also sensed the fatal threat; for the first time, a look of fear appeared in its crimson beastial eyes, and it actually turned to flee.

But it was too late!

"Go!"

With a sharp cry from Zhao Shan, the Talisman transformed into a ten-meter-long flaming giant sword; carrying an aura that could incinerate all things, it slashed down hard onto the Earth-walking Dragon Leader's back at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye.

"Boom—"

A violent explosion echoed through the valley as a wild shockwave of flames spread out in a ring, blowing away several nearby ordinary Earth-walking Dragons.

At the center of the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the situation.

Zhao Shan's face was pale as he leaned on his magic tool long saber, his chest heaving violently, barely able to stand steadily.

Activating this Talisman had nearly exhausted all of his remaining spiritual power.

The dust cleared, revealing the figure of the Earth-walking Dragon Leader.

Its proud, hard bone armor was now blown to pieces; a massive hole deep enough to see the bone appeared on its back, with charred flesh curling back and dark red blood flowing continuously.

Its massive body collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, clearly having lost its ability to move, but in those crimson beastial eyes, a lingering ferocity still burned.

It was still alive!

A low roar mixed with pain came from its throat, seemingly acting as some kind of signal.

The beast pack, which had fallen into some confusion due to their leader's heavy injury, did not disperse; instead, they were incited into a final frenzy by this roar.

Over a dozen robust Red-armored Earth-walking Dragons spontaneously gathered, protecting their heavily injured leader in the center and forming an airtight wall of flesh.

They bared their fangs, their crimson eyes staring fixedly at every living thing in the camp, filled with ferocity and a determination to fight to the death.

Inside the camp, all the Cultivators who saw this scene felt a surge of despair.

Their own commander had fallen, yet the Yao Beast leader was not dead, and the enemy still had nearly half of its subordinates left!

Although there were still quite a few guards left, most of their strength was only at the Qi Refining Middle Stage.

How could this battle even be fought?