Chapter 385


    "Hamund! You''ve got the nerve to show your face again?!" The Grand Elder, despite grievous


    wounds, felt a surge of speed under the stimulus of the Kings'' eptance, managing to block


    Hamund just as he tried to break free from the ancient city. He could not let the Kings'' eptance


    escape, not at any cost! After more than twenty years of waiting, he wouldn''t allow anyone to snatch


    it from his grasp. With a fierce cry, the Grand Elder, wielding a dark iron cudgel, struck at Hamund.


    Both were badly injured, but who would back down first? "Leave vin behind!"


    "vin isn''t even in Stormcast. It''s time to end this charade." Hamund, alongside the three maidens,


    could not confront them head-on and hastily unleashedyers of sword''s energy to withstand the


    Grand Elder''s fierce onught while making a swift evasion.


    Lord Viperbane was poised to strike from the shadows, but upon seeing that Hamund brought only


    the three maidens without a trace of vin, he decisively retreated, returning to his stronghold to


    loom over the others from the skies. "Where is vin? How long does he intend to hide? Does he


    really want to see the Eight Orders and Five Lords perish here? Sneaky bastard, show yourself!"


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    "vin is not in Stormcast! Lord Viperbane, you''ve miscalcted." Balder stepped forward, knowing


    it was time to reveal the truth, if only to buy more time.


    "Then you shall all perish." Lord Viperbane, consumed by sudden fury, unleashed a punch toward


    Balder and the others. If vin didn''t appear, Lord Viperbane would kill until he did.


    "Scatter!" Lucan and the others shouted as they rushed forward, forming a human shield and


    pushing Balder and Helna out of harm''s way.


    The mighty punch descended like a ferocious tiger, growing everrger and stirring a fierce gale,


    shaking the entire courtyard to its foundations.


    "Run! Scatter!" Lucan and the rest formed a human wall, shouting to Helna and the others.


    In the nick of time, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared ghostly in mid-air. A pale, slender right


    hand met the oing energy fist. In an instant, a crisp cracking sound echoed, and the figure, as


    if struck by lightning, was forced back into the crowd, toppling Lucan and the others.


    "Eh!" Lord Viperbane was mildly taken aback, his brow furrowing at the sudden appearance of this


    new figure.


    Lucan and the others, scattered by the powerful st, quickly scrambled to their feet, gazing in


    shock and confusion at whaty before them.


    A gaunt youthy askew on the ground, his blood stained the earth, but he made no sound, shakily


    rising to his feet. His right arm was mangled and twisted in an unnatural way, yet miraculously, as


    he stood, the limb creaked and writhed, bones knitted back together, and flesh mended before their


    eyes. With a casual flick, his arm was... as good as new.


    "Who is he?" Balder gasped, taken aback by the youth''s sudden appearance.


    "What foul sorcery is this? Die, all of you!" Lord Viperbane had no patience for their antics, swinging


    his fist for another devastating blow.


    Just then, a thunderous dragon''s roar shattered the clouds, majestic and piercing, resonating


    across the battlefield and the wilderness beyond, drowning out the mor ofbat. Countless


    heads turned skywards as a massive dragon burst through the dense clouds, descending upon the


    battle. Its colossal wings beat powerfully, whipping up a storm, as it made a beeline for Stormcast.


    The dragon’s scales were a ghostly white, and its movements was slightly stiff and unnatural, yet


    emanating a terrifying lethality. Astride its back was a figure as immense as a mountain, exuding


    divine might and wielding a massive sword. His battle aura skyrocketed into the heavens, fierce as


    the ocean.


    Lord Viperbane''s color drained at the sight of the dragon bearing down on him.


    With a resounding roar, the dragon took to the skies, its cry shaking the heavens and stirring


    howling gales. It swooped down on Lord Viperbane, casting a dreadful shadow over the ancient city.


    Jolted to his senses, Lord Viperbane hastily retreated, but the dragon was vast and swift. Its ws


    tore through the air like a small mountain aiming to ensnare him. The titan on its back suddenly


    leaped, somersaulting through the air. Its hundred-meter-tall figure stirred devastating winds,


    swinging the massive sword at Lord Viperbane.