Above, dragon and serpent twisted in a murderous knot, the backlash of their power sheared neighboring peaks in half.
Ghostmask and his cohorts were forced three hundred meters back before they could steady themselves.
“How many tricks does that kid have left?” The gray-robed elder’s wary eyes fixed on the raging dragon. “Twelve Nether Lanterns-bind his soul!”
The twelve emerald lanterns shot out, whirling around Jared. From each wick, pale soulfire stretched into chaining tendrils that lashed toward the dragon.
The red-robed woman seized the moment: nine ribbons wove Into a blood-red phoenix that joined the muscular man’s axes and the figure in the fog’s icy gale in a synchronized assault.
The five attackers moved with ruthless harmony, their onslaught a relentless hurricane.
Jared felt the pressure spike; the Golden Dragon, entangled by the Black Fire Serpent, was bleeding strength.
The shockwaves had torn his clothes to rags, and scales of his Golem Body began to flake away. Luckily, had cultivated the Barbarian Body-Refinement Manual, which kept his flesh intact, for now.
No… At this rate I won’t last until they finish moving the resources…
Anxious, glanced at the vault. Disciples streamed out with bulging item pouches, and a cold resolve flashed in his eyes.
Golden scales sloughed away; cracks riddled the Golem Body’s defense under the five-pronged assault.
The vault rang with the clatter of spiritual stones. Hundreds of disciples dashed past with stuffed item pouches, Flaxseed had donned a set of mithril armor and was popping glowing pills as ran.
“Hold on! Ten more breaths!” Everett rasped.
The thirty-six azure banners of the Mountain Defense Formation now burned with holes, and the Nether Lanterns’ chains coiled around its core.
Gritting his teeth, Jared slapped his Storage Ring. A blinding crimson light flared out.
“Fire unicorn, come forth!”
He knew could not defeat the five alone. Though merely Level Nine Wandering Immortals, their true power rivaled the Top Level of that realm.
What in the world is this mysterious order?
How can they carve out a private dimension in the Third Heaven and command fighters this strong?
A roar split the clouds as a fire unicorn, mane ablaze, strode into the air, each foot step fanning waves of twisting flame.
“A fire unicorn?” The red-robed woman’s ribbons shuddered and recoiled. “That’s an ancient celestial beast!”
The unicorn lashed its burning tail, golden eyes locking on Ghostmask and his allies, then spat a pillar of flame.
Ghostmask twisted aside, the Black Fire Serpent met the inferno, scattering sparks across the sky.
The man with the axes roared and hacked at the unicorn’s neck, but the beast countered the axe with its flaming horn, spider-webbing the millstone-sized blade.
“All together!” Ghostmask barked, shaping black fire into a ghostly talon. “Beast Summoning Array-activate!”
In a blink, the five snapped into formation, the gray-robed elder’s twelve Nether Lanterns floating to the formation‘s core.
The woman’s scarlet ribbons unfurled like living veins of blood, twining themselves around the base of the formation. The other two took up positions on either side, and the energy surging from their bodies flowed straight into the looming figure of Ghostmask.
The sky darkened without warning. Five pillars of dusky violet light shot up from their crowns, converging high above to outline the hulking shadow of some colossal beast.
“Is that… A Ravenousor Wraith?” Everett’s face drained of color, and the radiance of the Azure Banner Grand Array winked out almost at once.
He shouted a warning, “Mr. Chance, be careful, they’ve summoned a ghost beast!”
Black mist boiled. A Ravenousor Wraith, studded with hundreds of staring eyeballs, thrust out its head; when its cavernous maw yawned open, even the air made a crackling, devoured hiss.
The fire unicorn pawed the ground in agitation, its flame-tipped mane bristling as though confronted by a natural predator.
