Green Monster Epic

Two exquisite single-handed swords, one stabbing and one flicking, covered each other and harbored killing intent, aiming straight for Alan's forehead and heart.

Alan raised his arms, the Bonecleaver forcefully sweeping upwards. With two crisp clangs, the single-handed swords were blocked by the Bonecleaver's wide blade. Simultaneously, Alan vibrated his arms again, the upward sweep of the Bonecleaver abruptly halting before slashing down towards the Drow's location with even greater speed.

Boom!

The ground shattered, but the Drow's figure had already vanished. A dense chill emanated from behind Alan.

Alan wasn't surprised. His speed was still a notch below the Drow, who relied on it for a living. The opponent's attacks were very slippery, immediately shifting position after a failed strike. His countless heavy slashes had been easily evaded.

Of course, Alan's eyes had been fixed on the opponent the entire time. A slight disadvantage in speed wasn't enough for the Drow to make a fool of Alan. Just as the chill approached from behind, Alan sidestepped, simultaneously slapping out with his massive left palm, directly swatting away one single-handed sword and incidentally deflecting the other short sword.

Swish!

A shallow sword mark was left on the back of Alan's legendary leather armor. At the same time, Eric, having arrived just in time, raised his longsword, sweeping towards the Drow's waist.

Clang!

The Drow's right-hand sword returned in time to defend, blocking Eric's sweep, but the body couldn't help but swing to the side.

Alan had already readjusted his posture, a Ground-Cleaving Slash heading straight for the opponent's face. The surging energy transformed the Bonecleaver into a blazing flame, scorching the soul.

Boom! Boom!

The Drow escaped the calamity in a sorry state, appearing dozens of meters away. Several streaks of dust marred the dark red chainmail on his body, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Entangling with two legends, Alan and Eric, single-handedly, the Drow's strength was naturally outstanding. However, constantly focusing on fighting Alan and the others, the Drow Sword Dancer's stamina and energy were rapidly declining, now nearing exhaustion.

Around them, spell booms and clashing swords echoed. The slaughter among the legends was still intense, but compared to the initial intensity of the battle, the fighting under the Mistsong was beginning to draw to a close. As the strongest demigod present, Kirill had already eliminated one Drow priest and left several deep wounds on three other Drow.

Maggot Eye, Arael, and the others were also gradually gaining the upper hand, but completely defeating their opponents would still require some time or the support of other helpers. Kirill's figure constantly shuttled behind and to the flanks of the engaged Drow, his pair of poisonous fangs seeking out the slightest openings, putting immense pressure on the Drow legends.

"Ha!!!"

More than a magical hour later, with a loud shout from Alan, seizing the great opportunity of Eric entangling the Drow Sword Dancer, he forcefully gathered his strength. The immeasurable rage, coupled with the power techniques of legendary feats like Devastating Blow and Super Blow, finally allowed the Heaven-Opening Strike to display its sharpness once more.

The Drow Sword Dancer's eyes finally showed some panic, his twin blades transforming into a sword-blade storm, completely enveloping the opponent's figure. At the same time, his footwork was fully unleashed, constantly shifting and moving, countless phantoms appearing on the dozen-meter-wide ground, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Alan completely ignored this. The Heaven-Opening Strike had already been unleashed. This was his strongest technique, and it also condensed his fighting will, accumulated over this half-day of combat. It was no longer something that simple blocking or shifting could withstand.

The sword technique was solid and weighty. Before the dozens of Drow Sword Dancer phantoms could even directly face the sword strike, they had already been squeezed into bubbles under the powerful pressure, turning into nothingness.

Boom!!!

The muffled sound, accompanied by a violent tremor exceeding a magnitude 13 earthquake, caused another heavy blow to a corner of the temple under the Mistsong, which was already dilapidated and collapsing. The shockwave, centered on Alan's location, surged rapidly towards the distance.

It was as if an army of thousands of horses was charging in all directions, crushing any buildings or objects that dared to stand in its way, turning them into fragments no larger than a fist.

Dust flew, not subsiding for a long time. Eric coughed and crawled out of the dust, covered in a layer of yellowish-brown dust. He nodded slightly towards Alan, indicating that Alan's move should have hit the opponent squarely.

The surrounding fighting legends consciously moved away from Alan and his area. The legends present naturally possessed trump cards like Alan's, but few could achieve such power and destructive force.

When the dust settled, a hundred-meter-long, bottomless sword pit suddenly appeared on the ground. The Drow they had been fighting was right at the end of the sword pit, staring blankly ahead, black blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, ears, nose, and even eyes. The vitality in his eyes was slowly disappearing.

In front of the Drow, a pair of sharp twin swords had snapped in the middle, the blades falling to the ground, covered with a layer of yellowish-brown. The exquisite chainmail on his chest had directly caved in, cracking into countless pieces, revealing the broken white ribs inside, mixed with black-red flesh and blood.

Only after seeing the opponent's end and confirming that the opponent had lost their combat power did Alan plunge the Bonecleaver into the soft ground, waving his hand to shake off his sore muscles, his face twitching unnaturally. At the same time, he didn't forget to glance at the location of the mage Gino in the distance, his eyes revealing a strong warning, making the solemn Gino feel even greater pressure.

With Alan's legendary body, plus the still-incomplete Perfect Physique feat, continuously using several powerful combat skills in battle put a significant burden on his body. In particular, the Heaven-Opening Strike was an accumulation of various combat skills that Alan had tempered over decades. A single sword strike contained several forces and added a killing will. Every time it was used, the damage to Alan's body was actually no less than that of his opponent.

The Perfect Physique legendary feat had been unable to break through the final shackle, which meant that the 'Heaven-Opening' strike required a long time to execute in battle. Otherwise, if it could be used as frequently as Super Blow, then Alan's combat power would be among the top tier in the same rank.

In the sky, the Mistsong's shield was even dimmer. Alan's Heaven-Opening Strike's enormous power once again put great stress on the six-pointed star magic array that formed the Mistsong. Coupled with the constant breakthroughs and impacts from the Drow inside and outside over the past few magical hours, the magical energy contained in the magic array had already reached its bottom.

Before the soreness in his body could completely subside, Alan picked up the Bonecleaver again and, together with Eric, ran wildly once more, choosing a target and hacking at it.

It's been a while since I wrote a battle scene, hahaha.