Above The Sky
Chapter 227 - 227 215 Death of the Great Shaman!

227: Chapter 215: Death of the Great Shaman!

(5/4, Seeking Monthly Votes!) 227: Chapter 215: Death of the Great Shaman!

(5/4, Seeking Monthly Votes!) “What…”

At that moment, the Native Great Shaman still had not figured out what exactly was happening… It was clearly a Wave Singer, yet he had burst forth with a velocity that no Wave Singer of the First Energy Level could possibly possess.

In addition to that, his body was incredibly hard and his strength was unimaginably great.

This kind of superhuman strength simply could not be that of a First Energy Level!

Even Grant’s assault with an Aether Armament was nothing more than this.

But if he had known he was facing his old rivalry, Grant, wouldn’t he have made thorough preparations to wait at his leisure, instead of now crossing such a long distance and squandering a tremendous amount of energy to intercept?

He had miscalculated—the opponent he was facing was a true genius…

Or an unfathomable monster beyond any conventional judgment.

Thinking this, the Great Shaman knew he had not yet been defeated… nor had the Crocodragon.

At this moment, Ian had already plunged head first into the middle of the Crocodragon’s forehead, wrapped with an impact force so terrifying that even he felt as if all his bones were about to shatter.

Just as he had anticipated, the Crocodragon’s flesh and blood were too hard for an ordinary person, but for a Sand Armor Apprentice, it served as the perfect cushion—when he blew a huge gash in the flesh atop the Crocodragon’s head, causing flesh and bits to scatter, he even felt that with one more step forward, he could directly penetrate the Crocodragon’s brain, utterly destroying the Magical Beast’s cognitive center.

If one more step was needed, then he would take that step.

Gripping the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword anew from the exploding flesh, Ian switched hands and was about to stab the sword into the gaping wound atop the Crocodragon’s head, aiming to severely damage its brain with Origin Quality.

But this mighty, weighty strike was firmly caught by a clump of flesh and blood.

This flesh and blood took on a vaguely human form, but it was terrifyingly grotesque, a bizarre amalgamation of muscle, scales, blood vessels, and nerve tissue.

On its thick arms, with purple and orange fluids rapidly coursing through, surged tremendous power.

The two locked gazes—if one could call it that, and both Ian and the creature realized something.

This was the final stage of the battle.

Upon the flailing, agonized back of the Crocodragon, the blood and flesh figure and Ian were about to embark on one last, life-or-death struggle.

His sword gripped tight by the creature, his offensive momentum momentarily stalled, while the Crocodragon’s flesh around him surged towards him like tentacles, seeking to ensnare the young man.

But Ian seemed to have anticipated this.

Fighting in the water did not require solid ground for leverage as on land; with Fairy Wings, every point was a fulcrum—he immediately leaped up, then propelled himself with the Fairy Wings and delivered a kick to the base of the sword handle.

A force far greater than that of his arms exploded, causing the blood-flesh figure’s grip on the sword to loosen, and the sword plunged into its chest.

At that moment, Ian executed an aerial somersault in the water, skillfully adjusting his force with jets of water without getting too far from the site due to the previous reactive force.

He stayed in place, then once again firmly grasped the sword with his right hand.

He pulled out the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, bringing forth a spray of orange-red blood, and with a backhand slash, he shattered several blood-flesh tentacles that were nearing him.

This act was out of sheer necessity, for those few tentacles had almost managed to wrap around the young man’s ankles… And seizing the opportunity, the grievously wounded blood-flesh figure’s body surged with Origin Quality, layer upon layer of visible yellow lines of Origin Quality transferred from the body of the Crocodragon, eventually gathering upon it and forming a dense light, even solidifying into a shield of light around it.

The surrounding sand also converged, covering the human figure’s body.

It clenched its right fist, with Earth Series Origin Quality enhancing it to near-alloy sharpness, and its stony claws reached straight for the young man’s chest.

The very instant this strike burst forth, even the seawater was torn apart, with visible high-speed currents sweeping in all directions, the rapid torrents and whirlpools created by this force aimed to utterly shred and perforate the target before it, turning it into an indistinguishable mass of flesh and blood.

But Ian did not dodge or flinch.

Thud!

The dull impact rang out, and the flesh-and-blood humanoid clearly froze—it felt as though its stone claw, capable of piercing through rock, had struck a dense, sturdy alloy plate.

The enormous rebound even caused its body to drift backward, unsteady in form.

The opponent also has an Earth Series Inheritance…

one that’s even higher than the Crocodragon it controlled!

But wasn’t he a Water Series Inheritance?

How did it turn to earth midway through the fight?!

At this moment, even the usually impassive flesh-and-blood humanoid wanted to swear, but that wasn’t all—it was shocked to find that not only had its attack failed to penetrate the opponent’s flesh and blood, it hadn’t even managed to tear his shirt.

And there, Ian spewed out a mouthful of blood, revealing a smile.

Seizing the moment when the opponent’s strike hadn’t fully succeeded and the recoil left it completely exposed, the youth gripped his sword with both hands, raising it high above his head.

The Ancient Dragon Heart Core, the Self Origin Seed, the Heart of Fertile Soil—every Sublimation Organ that could stimulate Origin Quality and power was violently operating, channeling strength far surpassing that of the First Energy Level, ready to burst forth.

This moment, he was about to unleash the most powerful, most profound, and most risky move in all of swordsmanship.

It was a move that could be called ‘Execution.’

Hum!

There was no howling wind beneath the water, nor any sonic boom, only the low humming of the currents as they carried a sword stroke that flashed through the deep sea like a shooting star.

The sword light glimmered, like a star piercing the sky.

The flesh-and-blood humanoid tried to struggle, but under that sword strike, fierce enough to tear even the deep sea currents into steam, its entire body was cleaved in two.

Then, it split apart.

Afterward, all the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves that constituted the flesh-and-blood humanoid went limp, and the fleshy tendrils ceased to move—the six pupils of the Crocodragon that had been frantically struggling all rolled back as if its brain had suffered an unbearable, immense shock, even though it was undamaged.

“It seems that was the avatar of the Great Shaman within the Totem Master—slaying it is tantamount to temporarily slaying the soul of this behemoth.”

Although the Totem Master’s vast body would soon recondense a new soul and thought core—savage and barbaric, primitive and totally devoid of wisdom—Ian would not give it that chance.

Exhaling a breath—or rather, a stream of water—Ian’s eyes shone with a silver-cyan halo.

Amidst swirling purple mist, he saw the Crocodragon’s most vulnerable area, also the place where the cyan mist was thickest.

It was right below him.

The youth inverted the grip on his sword, then forcefully drove it downward!

Crack crack crack—the sound of bones breaking resounded as Ian plunged into the Crocodragon’s brain.

Externally, the Crocodragon began to convulse violently.

Dozens of seconds later, when Ian reemerged in the outside world, he held a massive Brain Marrow Crystal in his hand.

The pale gold Brain Marrow Crystal took on the regular shape of an icosahedron, with a mix of purple and cyan mist swirling around it.