CHAPTER 674: CHAPTER 674: NOT JUST THEM, BUT ALSO ME!

Heaven-and-Earth Mage Wolong.

Arrow Emperor Yinlong.

Witch Ancestor Empress Dowager Xuan.

When these three elder-level professionals of Dragon Nation appeared at the same time, the unparalleled, overwhelming aura released from their bodies instantly shrouded the entire battlefield.

The only "Legendary+" professions, standing between Legendary and Mythical professions, belonged to the half-god tier. Their strength far exceeded that of same-rank Legendaries.

So, when the three of them showed up, the Legendary powerhouses of the major empires across the battlefield were all heavily shaken.

Even Elfa and Kwon Ji-hyun couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

"Bastard!"

Spirit Swordsman Morgan Kibada planted his longsword into the ground and rose to his feet. Staring at Wolong and the others ahead, his gaze burned with endless fury.

Losing to a same-level Shadowdancer was one thing, chalk it up to youthful vigor, endless energy, and superior mechanics.

But now what’s this situation?

Even a bunch of old men could bully him?

He was, after all, the president of the Oil Empire, the number one professional powerhouse of Oil.

To be humiliated like this, wasn’t that far too disgraceful?

Morgan Kibada fixed his eyes on the three before him, let out a furious roar, and suddenly raised his Spirit Sword to launch an attack.

At the same time, Obroye, Longbeisen, Kuye, and Lelovs also had a fire of resentment suffocating their chests.

Before the entire world, how could they possibly swallow this humiliation? They had to vent it out.

Together with Morgan Kibada, they charged in unison.

Arcane Mage.

Spirit Swordsman.

Void Hunter.

Soul Reaper Knight.

Dark Priest.

The five empire-first powerhouses, each one a Legendary-class professional, burst out with their most powerful strength.

Whooosh!

Terrifying magical currents surged around them, like magical armor cloaking their bodies.

Blades shimmering with cold light cut through the void, merging with their spirit forms.

Dark auras spread across the ground.

A battle intent so fierce it rampaged across the field that even viewers across countless livestream rooms instinctively held their breath.

Facing them—

Wolong, Yinlong, and Xuanlan stood calm and composed.

They waited only until their foes stepped into striking range.

Perched on Xuanlan’s shoulder, the parrot suddenly spread its wings and shot forth, transforming into an icy-blue hurricane. In the blink of an eye, faster than lightning, it pierced through all five enemies’ bodies, then instantly fluttered back onto her shoulder.

As though nothing had even happened.

The next second, however, all five were frozen in ice.

At the same time, Wolong planted his Zen staff into the ground.

Whoosh!

A wave of silver magic surged outward from under his feet, rippling in all directions.

The five frozen figures, under the penetrating wave, saw their HP bars over their heads plummet wildly, bottoming out in an instant.

And in the next moment, Yinlong activated his mechanical disk, firing out countless blades.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Just as the storm of blades was about to devour Morgan Kibada and the others—

Crash!

A massive ice shield covered the field, blocking the fatal strike for them.

From behind, Ice King Kwon Ji-hyun was casting a spell.

Harnessing the overwhelming power of his Mythical-class profession, he shielded them from the Arrow Emperor Yinlong’s assault.

Meanwhile, Ghostsword Elfa stabbed his longsword into the ground. A surge of flame spread quickly beneath Morgan Kibada and the others’ feet, melting away the ice and freeing them.

The rescued few staggered backward in retreat.

When they looked again at Wolong and his companions ahead, shock filled their faces.

Even the viewers across the world’s livestreams couldn’t help but cry out in astonishment.

["What? Those old men from Dragon Nation actually have this level of power!"]

["So strong! They didn’t even give the Spirit Swordsman and the others a chance to make a move, almost killed them outright!"]

["They’re the number one powerhouses of each empire! Yet in front of them, they didn’t even have the strength to counterattack! They’re all Legendaries, how can the difference be so vast?"]

["Dragon Nation truly is a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons! Besides Zero, they’ve hidden away so many absolute masters!"]

As the comments section began to tilt in Dragon Nation’s favor, Elfa’s icy gaze flickered with killing intent.

"That’s it? These are what you call strong?"

"Your definition of strength is far too careless."

Ghostsword in hand, pointing toward the ground, Elfa stared coldly at Wolong and the others and said, "If you think just the three of you can hold us back, that’s wishful thinking."

"You’re underestimating the power of the Eight Great Nations!"

And as soon as Elfa’s words fell, from behind him, one after another, epic- and legendary-tier powerhouses from the eight great empires, Beacon, Cold, Eastern, Sun, Batan, Oil, Okaman, and Skarif, arrived in force.

Their auras surged outward, sweeping across the battlefield.

Elfa sneered at Wolong’s group and said, "With just you—"

At that exact moment, a sudden voice thundered down from the sky, "Not just them, but also me!"

As the voice fell, a deafening dragon’s roar split the earth. In the next instant, a dark hellflame dragon descended from the heavens, slamming down beside Wolong and the others.

On its back sat a knight clad in dragon armor.

Hell Dragon Rider · Restiev

"Bear Nation’s number one powerhouse."

"The world’s third Mythical-class professional, the Hell Dragon Rider."

Immediately after, more figures began appearing one by one on the battlefield.

Clang!

A demon sword crashed down from the sky, embedding itself in the ground.

The next moment, a demonic aura burst forth from the blade, forming into a warrior clad in demon armor.

"Bear Nation’s number one warrior, Demon Warrior · Ivankov!"

BOOM! BOOM!

Two massive gorillas plummeted from the skies, shaking the earth as they landed.

Then, the gorillas split to the sides, and from between them strode a knight in black beast-shaped armor.

"Dragon Nation, Vajra · Hu Yanzhou!"

Whoosh!

A spear tore through the void, rending open a spatial fissure.

From within, a man clad in golden armor, majestic and awe-inspiring, stepped forth.

"Dragon Nation, War God · Divine Lu Bu!"

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Black clouds rolled, lightning bolts crackled down, forming a powerful magnetic field upon the ground.

From within that field strode out a mage clad in thunder robes.

"Thracian Nation, Thunder Mage · Klelya!"

Endless power surged across the battlefield.

One after another, the absolute masters of various nations descended.

"Dragon Nation, Moon-Slaying Envoy · Moon Mark!"

"Dragon Nation, Heaven-Sacrificing One · Seraph!"

"Sevia Empire, Bloodthirsty Hunter · Cindy!"

"Feather Nation, Wasteland Knight · Aerial!"

"Argan Nation, Soul-Hunter · Xinna!"

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