Green Monster Epic

“Now!!!”

While manipulating the magic that had finally been successfully cast, delaying its eruption, the High Elf Saint Magister turned his head to face the nearby Heroic Spirit Fendi, shouting loudly.

Hearing the signal, a cold glint flashed in Fendi's eyes, and a thought rapidly spread towards the surrounding Heroic Spirits, followed by the golden energy within their bodies converging inward, their physical outlines gradually turning ethereal.

The weakened demigod Heroic Spirit accompanying Fendi, along with three other Legendary Peak lizardman Heroic Spirits, also underwent similar changes, but as their bodies changed, they also took action, one heading straight towards the nearby High Elf Saint Magister.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

Dense self-explosions sent out waves of energy storms, the superimposed destructive force directly uprooting all life on this sealed island, scattering them wildly in the sky, forming a huge meat grinder.

Almost all the creatures on the island were unable to escape, even the lizardman clans' own nearly a thousand members, more than half of whom were swept into the sky, turning into clumps of minced meat in collisions with various broken trees, rocks, and other debris.

Just as the sudden change occurred, the dwarven shield warrior, the orc assassin, and the human archer reacted simultaneously, all showing expressions of disbelief, while also not forgetting to quickly make corrections and adjustments.

The shield warrior used a Shield Wall skill, although it was a breath slower than the Heroic Spirits, it arrived in front of the elf mage a breath earlier, the defensive field fully activated, shrinking the field range to just over a hundred square meters along the hexagram array, a faint earth-yellow mountain-like phantom had just formed when it collided with the huge impact of the demigod Heroic Spirit and three companions self-detonating simultaneously.

At the same time, the destructive force generated by the self-explosions of dozens of Heroic Spirits who had originally surrounded and protected the sanctuary was entirely borne by the shield warrior's field.

A vast space rose with constantly undulating ripples, the dwarven shield warrior's face suddenly turned flushed, unable to suppress the surging emotions, he opened his mouth and spat out a thick golden pillar of blood, obviously suffering a significant injury.

The orc assassin used a Shadow Step, coordinating with the human archer who was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, instantly appearing in front of the Heroic Spirit Fendi who was about to flee, two cold glints directly piercing through Fendi's chest, his arms then stirring, Fendi's semi-illusory body instantly turning into a cloud of golden mist.

Just before dissipating, Fendi revealed a relieved smile, and swept his gaze over this team of unnamed powerhouses once more with a look of anticipation, before disappearing into the world without regret.

When everything settled and the energy storm gradually dissipated, the once lush and verdant island, along with the surrounding area covered by the Mists Barrier, had several meters of soil stripped away, the only thing standing tall were those seemingly unremarkable stone tablet clusters, abruptly standing in everyone's view.

The Green Wilds Alliance, who had been fighting fiercely just now, along with the Heart of the Wild, Korima Town, and the lizardman clans' warriors, formed a defensive formation, with the help of Sphinx, Zhan Rui, Tim, and other Legendary-level powerhouses, as well as the knight class members in the team, they at least preserved their core strength and still had the power to fight.

As for the envoys and temple teams of the other races who stood far away at the edge of the barrier, watching coldly and remaining neutral, they suffered the most severe losses at this time.

After all, being in the core of the storm circle was more dangerous when directly facing the initial sharpness, but after withstanding the initial and strongest storm, the closer to the center, the weaker the destructive power of the storm; on the other hand, those teams standing on the outer edge had more time to react and prepare when the storm swept and raged, but the most powerful layer of the subsequent storm's destruction fell on them.

The team of unknown powerhouses had the shield warrior saint unfolding a field to protect everyone, and their damage was the least among these powerful teams, but looking at the dwarf holding his shield, barely standing in front of the elf mage, his face pale, his combat power was probably greatly reduced.

Behind him, the powerful elf mage's face was also covered with frost, beads of sweat the size of beans visibly seeping from his skin, and the ornate staff he held in front of him in both hands seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, making him tremble uncontrollably.

The powerful magic that had already taken shape, because of the sudden betrayal of the lizardmen, and the fact that the Mists covering the island had not been lifted, put the elf grand mage in a dilemma.

The space-sealing characteristic of the Mists was essentially in conflict with the cross-dimensional teleportation magic cast by himself and dozens of elite mages, and forcibly casting cross-dimensional teleportation magic without dispelling the Mists would most likely result in the failure of the cross-dimensional teleportation magic.

Moreover, if these two opposing magical forces really collided, the opposing energies and characteristics might trigger a chaotic effect, which would also pose a great threat to the Sacred Sanctuary, if it cooperated with this gnoll from inside and outside, the duration would be greatly reduced!

And the most important purpose of their trip was to banish the gnoll saint, who was now finally imprisoned, to thousands of dimensions, to buy their behind-the-scenes forces at least hundreds or thousands of years to deal with the hidden dangers left by the other party in this world.

If they were lucky, this gnoll might even be lost in these dimensional worlds for the rest of his life, unable to find his way back to the Feynman world, until his life was exhausted, and their behind-the-scenes forces would not need to worry about the aftermath.

“Looking for death!!!”

Just as the High Elf Saint Magister began to prepare to dissipate the completed dangerous magic, the sharp eyes of the orc assassin who had returned to his side to protect him suddenly shot towards the distant pillar of light, under the cover of the just-stirred energy storm, two figures had already appeared in front of him by means of fixed-point teleportation magic.

The orc assassin's figure swayed, disappearing from beside the elf mage in the blink of an eye, and then appearing in front of the two uninvited guests in less than a breath, while the human archer further away shot dozens of arrows first, directly blocking all the escape routes of the two figures.

“Roar!!!”

“I'm suffocating!!!”

Among the two figures, a gnoll with a burly and majestic appearance suddenly let out a thunderous roar, a mass of green light escaped from his body and rapidly expanded, while a burst of orange-red flames flashed inside the green light, quickly detaching and covering the orc assassin who had rushed in front of him, as well as the dozens of his companions behind him.

A crimson giant dragon with a height and size exceeding twenty meters slowly revealed its true face from the escaping green light, the huge difference in size causing all the survivors in the field to feel a fear and suppression originating from the imprint of bloodline and soul.