Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1258 - 347: Saint Level Spells_3

The elven little prince was full of admiration. At his age, he was in dire need of idols, and the Beamon bloodline flowing through his veins made this mixed-blood elf brim with battle fervor and an intense longing for the honor of warriors! Yitiao happened to be a high-quality idol, a scofflaw and pretty boy who had the most fatal influence on an adolescent cheeky kid!

Dragon Knight Lampard had a complex look in his eyes as he looked at Yitiao. It was as if he was reminded of some past sorrows, holding the Golden Dragon Spear, with a hint of embarrassment that he could not completely conceal on his face.

Both Dragon Knights from the Holy Vatican had been defeated by the opponent in front of them, which was truly humiliating!

Golden Giant Dragon Hasselbaink fixed his four huge dragon eyes with sparks of lightning angrily lurking around his nostrils. He had already advanced to a two-headed Golden Giant Dragon, and his combat strength had significantly increased compared to before. He had been pondering when he might be able to take revenge for the past humiliation of being pierced through the back. Yet now, faced with the flamingo before him, who was even stronger than before, he guessed he still had no chance.

The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim was the bane of metallic beasts and should have shone brightly, but today it clearly wasn’t his turn to intervene, as he helplessly watched the fierce giant bird go on a killing spree.

Ibrahim secretly breathed a sigh of relief! Damn it, Emperor Polo’s mother! If this fierce bird had appeared in Sabak instead of traveling to the East with his daughter, and they really had to face off, it was dubious whether his lifetime reputation would remain intact.

Liu Zhenhan feigned a serious expression, but inside, his heart was blooming with joy. It was truly a matter of great pride!

Yitiao and the Giant Dragon were about evenly matched in terms of level, but Yitiao knew how to wield blades! Ten unarmed fat men couldn’t beat a skinny man with a cleaver, let alone ten Giant Dragons nested together. If they were caught off guard by Yitiao, who swooped in for a surprise attack with two slashes, even a Giant Dragon with great psychological resilience could be thrown into confusion, not to mention these foolish Phantom Beast Knights, who lacked speed and reflexes, were just like cucumbers that deserved a clap.

A comical scene unfolded on the battlefield, with several super-level Warcraft in the sky, and countless onlookers on the ground all foolishly watching Yitiao’s solo performance. About a dozen Phantom Beast Knights tried to escape but were seized by the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim to his side, circling around like satellites, while the remaining Phantom Beast Knights were swiftly dispatched by Yitiao in a flurry of chopping and slicing, leaving behind only two isolated ghosts.

With a flapping of his wings, Yitiao threw two giant cleaver-like blades toward the ground like javelins, causing a series of ghostly wails and wolf howls. The location was the royal city, with high and steep palace walls all around, filled with guards. These two cleavers plunged deep into the flesh and ground, standing upright like two iron trees.

The remaining two Phantom Beast Knights were completely stupefied, either scared silly or devoid of the courage to resist, as they were snatched by Yitiao’s crane claws and shot straight into the sky, pulling a piercing sonic boom.

"Ha-ha! Shoot for Aegean!" Liu Zhenhan knew what Yitiao was about to perform, keenly wishing he could bring all the airborne troops to witness how perfect this classic aerial cavalry maneuver could be.

Once Yitiao ascended high enough to become a black spot in the sky, he quickly initiated a dive, his body streamlined from the beak to the claws, targeting the tallest and biggest domed building within the royal city.

Fireballs, lightning, and beams such as magic, along with crossbow bolts, tried to intercept him, among them even some spells similar in power to high-level magic. But Yitiao, now bearing three magic-immune Dragon Balls and having undergone an advancement, had little regard for these courtly Imams’ ploys. Just as he was about to fly over the top of the building, with a bare wing-shake and a piercing clear call, the two Phantom Beast Knights in his clutches were hurled towards the top of that tallest structure like meteors—while Yitiao deftly rolled to the side, nimbly evading the magic attacks. As he swooped low, he spared no effort to spout a cluster of dense fiery arrows, showering the panicked crowd below. The Imams’ pursuit further aided the agile giant bird in avoiding hits, turning the numerous spells into calamities directed amidst the people on the ground, ramping up the casualty numbers.

With a thunderous crash, the tallest domed building in the royal city was struck by the two Phantom Beast Knights’ bodies, leaving a huge hole, sounding like a post-avalanche mountain, reverberating throughout the royal city. Counting the city gates just damaged, Caliph’s royal city had now been destroyed in two places.

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Why all the races of wisdom on the Aegean Continent were so fearful of Giant Dragons could be glimpsed from this incident. Relying on superb flying prowess, a city unprepared for such a super-level Warcraft could only be thrown into utter chaos. By the time you’re ready, it has already taken flight. Who could provoke such a meat grinder?

Guoguo sat astride a small parrot, desperately copying leg-swinging forward motions while with Katusha perched on her head. Below, the ghastly Xu Dela was propping up the parrot, helping it fly, panting as they rushed over. The battle had already concluded.

Of the two hundred Phantom Beast Knights, barely a dozen lucky ones remained, whirling around the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim like carousel horses. Caliph’s royal city was silent as a graveyard, with only sporadic exploding wax gourds echoing from around.