Chapter 321: The outcome was sealed

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Chapter 321: The outcome was sealedBOOM! Drexon’s face twisted in panic. He spun around, ready to bolt—but Seraphina was faster. With a roar, she lashed out with a devastating dragon claw strike, packed with terrifying force. Draconic energy howled through the air like a hurricane, wild and unstoppable. The blow slammed straight into Drexon’s skull— —and sent him flying like a ragdoll. THUD! His massive body crashed into the side of the canyon with bone-shaking force, the impact echoing like thunder through the cliffs. "Everyone, now! Don’t give him a chance to recover!" Ethan shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. He dove straight at the Venomspike Manticore, Drexon, his fist glowing with blinding magical energy. Diamond Starcrush Strike! His punch came down like the end of the world—pure, concentrated destruction. "AAARGH—!" Drexon, already dazed from Seraphina’s ambush, barely had time to react. The moment Ethan’s blow landed, it was like a meteor had slammed into him. His enormous body twisted unnaturally under the force, bones crunching audibly. Blood exploded from his mouth in a geyser, spraying through the air like a fountain. And Seraphina wasn’t done. She shot into the sky with a powerful beat of her wings, her massive form rising above the battlefield. Her jaws opened wide, and a surge of dark magical energy began to gather, pulsing with raw, lethal power. BOOM! RUMMMMMMBLE— In the blink of an eye, a massive beam of venomous green light erupted from her mouth, crashing down like divine judgment. It struck Drexon dead-on, engulfing him in a torrent of toxic magic. The explosion lit up the battlefield in a sickly green glow. For a moment, it was like the world itself had been tainted—air, earth, everything. The sheer force of it was overwhelming, shaking the ground and rattling the bones of everyone watching. This was Seraphina’s innate ability—Venomous Dragon Breath. And it was absolutely terrifying. Especially now, with her power having grown so much stronger, the attack had taken on an almost godlike intensity. It wasn’t just magic—it was annihilation. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! At the same time, Zyraxis, Elyra, and Auremax seized the moment. High above, each of them hovered in different positions, magical energy swirling around them like miniature storms. In just a few heartbeats, three devastating spells were unleashed in rapid succession— —slamming down on Drexon with merciless precision. "Triple Divine Storm!" "Crystalmana Lance!" ... Watching the brutal onslaught unfold, Firebird Isaryne twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth. She’d clearly been about to jump in—but after seeing that? Yeah... no. She backed off. It was just too much. The poor bastard was already getting obliterated. No point in piling on. Honestly, even she would’ve had a hard time standing up to that kind of relentless barrage. And Drexon? He was just a low-tier Dungeon Lord. This wasn’t a fight—it was a one-sided execution. "ROOOAAARRRR!!!" At that moment, Seraphina let out another earth-shaking dragon roar. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing her second awakening was just around the corner, but she was practically vibrating with excitement. Her blood was boiling, her soul unchained—she felt alive in a way she hadn’t in ages. "Get up, you filthy, ugly dungeon freak!" she bellowed, eyes blazing. "Come on, fight me! Is just getting your ass kicked really all you’ve got? You think this is enough to satisfy me?!" She stared down at Drexon, who was a bloody, broken mess—his face twisted in agony, his body barely holding together. But Seraphina wasn’t done. Not even close. She was burning with fury, with vengeance, with the kind of righteous rage that had been simmering for far too long. Drexon had made her suffer. Had humiliated her. Had pushed her to the edge. But now? Now the tables had turned. She was stronger. She had the upper hand. And she wasn’t about to waste this once-in-a-lifetime chance to make him pay. She wasn’t just going to kill him. She was going to break him—body, mind, and soul. Total revenge. BOOM! RUMMMMMMBLE— A deafening blast erupted from her body as venomous green flames surged outward, licking across the battlefield. The fire wasn’t just hot—it was toxic, corrosive, melting everything it touched. The ground sizzled beneath her feet. And then, step by step, she started walking toward him. Drexon, still soaked in blood, twitched—then snarled. Her words had hit their mark. His face twisted into a mask of pure rage, his eyes glowing red with fury. The humiliation, the pain, the taunts—it all boiled over. "KILL!" "KILL!" "KILL!" "You damn four-legged freak!" he roared, voice cracking with madness. "I am the great Drexon! I’ll kill you! I’ll rip you apart!" As a Dungeon Lord, Drexon had never feared death. But now, Seraphina’s taunts—her sheer contempt—had pushed him over the edge. He wasn’t thinking anymore. He was pure rage, pure instinct. His eyes were bloodshot. His muscles tensed. Whoosh! In the next instant, Venomspike Manticore Drexon, bloodied and half-broken, launched himself at Seraphina in a final, frenzied charge. His barbed, venom-laced tail whipped forward with blinding speed, slicing through the air so fast it left afterimages behind. It tore through the space between them like a spear of death, dripping with lethal poison. But Seraphina? She blocked it—effortlessly. To be honest, at this point, Seraphina’s power had already surpassed Drexon’s. He might’ve once been a level 76 S-rank Dungeon Lord, a Legendary-class orange-tier hero, but now? Now he was a wreck—wounded, bleeding, and barely holding himself together. At best, he was fighting at maybe 70% of his full strength. Probably less. And against Seraphina, who was surging with power and on the brink of her second awakening? He didn’t stand a chance. In just a few short exchanges, the outcome was sealed. SPURT! ROOOAAARRR! With a savage rip, Seraphina tore through Drexon’s tail, the massive hooked stinger flying through the air, trailing thick, dark purple blood. She let out a triumphant roar, the sound echoing like thunder across the battlefield. Drexon screamed in agony, his face contorting into something barely recognizable—pure pain, pure rage. But even then, even with his tail severed and his body failing, the beast in him refused to die quietly. He lunged again, driven by nothing but raw, feral instinct. It was useless. The longer the fight dragged on, the more obvious it became—this was over. Drexon’s fury was fading. His strength was draining. His body was breaking down. SHRRRIP! With one final, devastating blow, Seraphina unleashed the full force of her power. Her dragon claw slashed forward, tearing through Drexon’s shoulder and ripping upward in a brutal arc—cleaving through half his torso. The impact slammed him into the cliffside, pinning him there like a broken doll. Dead. Completely, utterly dead. And as his lifeless body hung there, the mountain behind him began to tremble. Cracks spiderwebbed across the cliff face, spreading fast—until, with a deafening BOOM, the entire mountainside exploded outward. The whole damn mountain collapsed into rubble. ...

Chapter 321: The outcome was sealed

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