Abyss Summoner-Chapter 339 - 331: United Powerhouses

Seeing the bone dragon summoned by Chen Feng crash into the Annihilation Insect Emperor and shatter into pieces, the Dark Elf’s eyes nearly popped out.

The bone dragon’s fierce power is world-shattering.

Upon its arrival, the surrounding air rapidly chilled, yet even so, it was unable to assert dominance before the Insect Emperor. However, she noticed clearly that Chen Feng did not give any rescue order during the bone dragon’s combat. What does this imply? It means he deliberately put the bone dragon in mortal danger.

Having been in the Abyss for so many years.

The Dark Elf understood what a bone dragon signifies; within the Abyss, it’s a force capable of challenging a lord-level existence, falling before even fully blooming.

Tool.

For Chen Feng, a bone dragon is at most a tool that can be discarded at any time after use.

Even though she has been with Chen Feng for so long and is familiar with his temperament, watching a bone dragon with high talent die a murky death still stirred indescribable feelings within her.

She looked to the side.

The Inferior Demon stood obediently, unmoved by the bone dragon’s death, instead curiously looking forward, as if seeing some delicacy, its throat slightly rolling.

Detecting something.

The Inferior Demon’s nose twitched, and it looked at the Dark Elf, not showing much enthusiasm for Chen Feng’s earliest companion, rather provocatively leaning closer to Chen Feng, with a proud expression of "The master is mine".

In such an occasion, the Dark Elf unexpectedly showed a wry smile. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Thinking that the bone dragon dying before her eyes and the Inferior Demon leaning beside Chen Feng were like black and white, so abrupt and vivid.

This is the master...

For what is useful, he will naturally protect with utmost care, whereas what has no value faces only one fate, a dead end.

The Dark Elf smirked, provocatively raising an eyebrow at the Inferior Demon.

A summoned beast like her bound by contract can only choose to live with value or die without it; there’s no third path.

"We must crush our enemies with sharp bows and cold hearts; only then will our enemies truly understand the meaning of fear."

This is the teaching of the Dark Elf clan.

From the moment she was tamed by Chen Feng, she had prepared herself to follow him down a road that leads into the darkness.

The bone dragon’s death.

At most, it’s surprising; as for sympathy, don’t even think about it, a spirit living in the Netherworld would have this awareness.

"Strike!"

With Chen Feng’s angry shout, the Dark Elf cast aside all her thoughts, determined to prove she is the master’s most important summoned beast, impossible to end up on that "useless" list even if he abandons anyone else.

A blood hole the size of a millstone!

This is the breakthrough point!

— Weakness Shooting!

Right then, the Dark Elf drew her longbow, quickly fitting three thorn branches in her hand, and suddenly shot at the opponent’s wound.

Three powerful tornadoes burst from the bow tip, showing a color mix of not quite black, not quite gold, like the sound of shattered glass transmitted from the wind, bombarding the blood hole in an instant.

The bone dragon’s final burst caused the Annihilation Insect Emperor to hesitate for several seconds. If at peak condition, such mere shooting wouldn’t matter; the insect armor could defend it, but under the bone dragon’s Dragon Breath, its insect armor was corroded, exposing a weakness at its chest.

This shot by the Dark Elf was astonishingly fast; in a fleeting motion, it formed multiple illusions, suddenly striking, occupying complete advantage in terms of timing, terrain, and harmony.

The three arrows, like stars embraced by the moon, directly pierced the Annihilation Insect Emperor’s body, with a sharp noise some flesh and blood flew out furiously.

It was a rare opportunity; though the Dark Elf only shot three arrows, they compressed eighty percent of her strength, causing her to breathe heavily after firing, her sweat soaking the ground within moments.

Against such a master, one either holds back or goes all out like a lion hunting rabbit; everyone knows that using harassing attacks leads only to a dead end.

Seeing the Dark Elf succeed, the Undead Mage began brewing a big move, gathering the Bone Staff over his head, instantly condensing a smoke like black clouds at the Annihilation Corpse Emperor’s wound.

— Corpse Rot Poison!

The Undead Mage, dealing with corpses daily, had long collected most of the corpse rot liquid from the corpses before, after rigorous mixture, this extensively consuming corpse rot poison finally manifested.

For a master like the Annihilation Ant Emperor, ordinary poisons were long immune; otherwise, it wouldn’t be so reckless, but corpse rot poison infests the nerves, terrifying tens of times more than typical venom, even the Annihilation Insect Emperor was immediately hit, with a stench rising from the wound and originally bright red blood turning pitch black.

Terrifying!

Used on ordinary people, even a drop would lead the whole body to corrode, dying miserably.

Unexpectedly damaged by such a group of small beings!

Continuously frustrated, the Annihilation Ant Emperor’s eyes reflected a murderous gaze. Though surrounded by Silver Peak masters, it hadn’t planned to surrender; from a weak ant evolved into a sentient insect race ruler, the biggest reason besides heaven’s blessing is its unwavering determination never to surrender.

Who says ants cannot rule the world?! Who says ants cannot become the apocalypse’s sovereign!

The Annihilation Ant Emperor refused to give up! It has never given up from start to finish!

It will kill these hateful fellows standing before it!

Suddenly, the Annihilation Ant Emperor raised its head, an extraordinary energy gush forth from it!

An enormous light spot emerged from its insect mouth, resembling the power gathered from a missile explosion, filled with catastrophic majesty!

Compared to this light beam, the Undead Mage’s frail body appeared extremely insignificant; under this frenzied terrifying power, could he manage to preserve his life?

"Bone Wall!"

At the critical moment, the Undead Mage pressed the staff to the ground, immediately causing three massive bone walls, each five meters tall and three meters wide, to burst forth in front of it.

Concentrating its energy on one point, the potency surpasses ordinary missiles, comparable to hundreds of gas canisters exploding simultaneously!

In the next moment!

A gigantic light beam roared like a raging sea storm, surging angrily, resembling a silver dragon soaring, instantly striking towards the Undead Mage!