If it were an ordinary monster, this wound would have been fatal on the spot. However, the Frost Dragon was clearly different from the surrounding ordinary monsters. As one of the thirteen demon beasts under the Throne of Arrogance, its vitality and magic were far beyond those of other common monsters.
The Frost Dragon did not even glance at it, let out a furious roar, and lunged forward. Its posture and movements were no slower than before it was injured.
Bo Si Ai Du Er's expression changed slightly. She flashed her body, dodged the Frost Dragon's smashing claws, rode her sword swiftly away from the beast horde, and flew north of Jeterge. The Frost Dragon roared loudly, its eyes seeming to spew fire, and pursued relentlessly.
Bo Si Ai Du Er had originally intended to quickly fly to that nameless mountain and then join forces with others to eliminate this demon beast. However, before she had flown even half the distance, she felt a strong wind from behind her, and a piercing chill was almost at her neck.
Bo Si Ai Du Er was greatly alarmed. Looking back in a hurry, she was shocked to see that the Frost Dragon's speed was incredibly fast. After being injured, its four wings flapped extremely quickly, like lightning, and it actually caught up to the flying Bo Si Ai Du Er.
The Frost Dragon, now behind Bo Si Ai Du Er, did not hesitate. It roared and opened its mouth wide, biting down. The posture indicated that it would not be satisfied until it tore Bo Si Ai Du Er in half.
Bo Si Ai Du Er, after all, had rich combat experience. She did not panic in the critical moment. Her body suddenly sank downwards, narrowly dodging the fate of being swallowed by the dragon. Even so, she broke out in a cold sweat.
From then on, Bo Si Ai Du Er no longer dared to be careless. She moved up and down, left and right, preventing the Frost Dragon from flying in a straight line to utilize its incredible speed. Only then did she narrowly reach the maple forest of that small mountain.
Seeing Bo Si Ai Du Er flash into the maple forest, already covered in snow, the Frost Dragon became even more enraged and charged directly into the maple forest.
But the moment it stepped onto the clearing in front of the maple forest, Bai Yang's black figure suddenly appeared. He chanted softly, and after a moment, his all-black attire fluttered, and a surge of magic slowly emanated from him.
This time, however, the Frost Dragon did not charge forward again. It shook its massive head, let out a roar, and opened its mouth wide. From its mouth, three streams of cold air floated out, rapidly solidifying in mid-air into three ferocious skeletons wielding greatswords, pouncing on Bai Yang with bared teeth and claws.
However, Bai Yang did not stop his casting to evade the witch magic skeletons conjured by the Frost Dragon. As expected, just as the three skeletons were about to reach him, figures flashed, and Bo Si Ai Du Er and Xiao Xun flew out from the sides, blocking in front of Bai Yang.
In a moment, a beam of silver light appeared in Bai Yang's palm and quickly enlarged, pressing against one of the skeletons. The skeleton, as if burned, trembled violently. Before it could charge again, its entire frame suddenly scattered.
The Frost Dragon clearly did not expect these people to break its witch magic so easily and was momentarily stunned. At that very moment, Bai Yang's spellcasting was complete. He suddenly shook his arms, and a six-pointed star formation emitting an orange glow descended from the sky.
The orange light descended like a curtain, immediately enveloping the Frost Dragon within it.
The Frost Dragon felt as if a great mountain had suddenly pressed down on it, making it almost unable to breathe. But trapped in a disadvantageous situation, the Frost Dragon became even more furious. With a mighty roar, it struggled desperately.
Bai Yang parted his hands to the left and right, and the force of spatial distortion shattered the Frost Dragon into bone fragments, which disappeared into multiple spaces.
Without the powerful Frost Dragon's support, the Spear of Vengeance began a full-scale counterattack, quickly pushing back the Scourge Army's group charge fifty li away.
A cloud of black smoke appeared in the distance of the valley, rapidly surging towards Jeterge. A heavy and choking scent permeated the air, and the increasingly loud roars gradually converged into a thunderous roar!
Closer and closer!
"Roooooar!"
It was the ghoul of the countless undead army, like evil spirits and vengeful souls surging from the Nine Netherworld. Their blood-red eyes, sharp fangs, and piercing roars charged forward.
They, along with the defeated Scourge Army, converged into an unstoppable torrent. In front of this fierce torrent, no one could resist or survive. Even the forest trees on both sides of the road were quickly swallowed by the torrent amidst the earth-shattering roars.
The entire Cangyu Ridge seemed to be trembling at this moment. Everything looked like the end of the world.
In Jeterge, on the other side of Cangyu Ridge, Xiao Xun, standing at the city gate, took a deep breath. Although he had witnessed the might of the King of Arrogance, the scene before him still made his face change. He steadied his mind, pondered for a moment, and then looked towards the forest north of Cangyu Ridge. In the morning sunlight, flashes were faintly reflected in the forest.
His slowly raised arm seemed to become heavy. The distant roars and the gradually rising sounds of panicked cries seemed to reach here as well. Xiao Xun's expression changed again, and then he heavily waved his raised arm down.
The Spear of Vengeance unleashed its full firepower. In addition to the latest magic cannons and gunpowder cannons, Xiao Xun directly mounted the Ultimate Transcender on the city gate. As soon as the enemy showed their heads, they were fired upon with all their might.
Because of the previous plan to besiege Jeterge and save Wei, the Celtic Fearless Vanguard Regiment also escaped the encirclement of the Scourge Army and flanked towards this side, soon forming a pincer attack. The outcome of this great battle was, arguably, the most tragic defeat Stiroman had suffered since its founding. Not only did Sancho's Spear of Vengeance lose more than half of its personnel, but the Orcs who came to support were also severely weakened under the siege of the Scourge Army. Subsequently, the undead army invaded Cangyu Ridge, and the remaining tribal warriors were almost annihilated.
As for the Winter Tribe, which had always been hidden, for some unknown reason, they also joined this great battle with their entire nation's strength in a siege and reinforcement operation. However, the fate of most of their legions was to be wiped out by the King of Arrogance.
In the ancient and dense primeval forest, the wind carried traces of a terrible burnt smell, like ugly scars. The forest was covered with traces of the King of Arrogance's rampage. Giant trees lay fallen in disarray, and countless animal skeletons from the forest were scattered everywhere. The peaceful atmosphere of the entire forest had completely vanished.
In the vast valley and endless forest, people walked through Cangyu Ridge, but there was only deathly silence around them. Not to mention seeing animals, they did not even hear the usual birdsong. This valley and its surroundings seemed to have turned into a dead and gloomy netherworld.
Such a terrifying scene appeared in broad daylight under a clear blue sky. Countless skeletons lay inside and outside Jeterge, some complete, but more were mangled limbs and fragmented remains that could not be recognized. They were densely scattered everywhere, with almost no gaps visible.
And the deeper they went into the valley, the more tragic the scene became. The battle here was unimaginably fierce. Countless human skeletons and Scourge Army soldier corpses were entangled together. The ground underfoot had completely turned deep black, the color stained by blood.