Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1434 - 415: The Pinnacle of Power

Chapter 1434: Chapter 415: The Pinnacle of Power

In certain unforeseen situations, even Liu Zhenhan was powerless.

As soon as Enrida rose from the silver chest, a dense shadow like a curtain of rain covered the Elves who were within close range, sweeping over them like a plague of locusts blanketing the sky!

Siro overhead and the unexpected sneak attack from below — Mourinho and his subordinates performed flawlessly. Almost the moment the meteor shower-like dense shadows reached him, Sword Saint Henry forcefully swept up his silver long sword, creating a snowstorm, his Dou Qi shooting out in all directions, scattering the black shards that filled the sky.

The range covered by the shadows was simply too vast!

Reliant solely on one Sword Saint, it was impossible to block it all. At this critical moment, it was Mourinho who suddenly leapt into the air, retaliating against Siro’s magic. At the same time, he opened his snowy white wings with a 365-degree spin, sweeping across like a scythe through wheat, unleashing a clangor of metal striking metal.

As a Fighter skilled in the "Mijia Great Handprint," Mourinho’s wings were as tough as iron and stone, having been tempered with secret medicines, just like his hands.

But this time, he was still injured.

After resisting the sneak attack, at least seven or eight black feathers nailed his snow-white wings, standing out starkly like coal scattered on snow, glaringly conspicuous.

In the mottled blood stains, the sparse feather tails still burned with faint black flames, flickering out in an instant.

After landing, Mourinho staggered a step but then stood firm. He had traded his own injury for the safety of two Flower Elves and two human Mages. Queen Liv was shielded by two brave Moon Elf Mages using their frail bodies to block the malicious black feathers. The ordinary Moon Elf warriors at the periphery were the worst off; the dense black feathers brought down a large number of them on the spot.

These Elves, with black feathers sticking out all over their bodies, convulsed, curling up like huge chrysalides, frothing at the mouth with incessant laughter, spontaneously dead in the blink of an eye.

This bloody outcome, created in the blink of an eye, filled Enrida’s smile with the pleasure of revenge.

The Druid at the edge of the forest roared, his eyes completely bloodshot, rolling through a cloud of miasma, transforming from an Ice Bear into a Kemira Poison Mosquito. Before he could accelerate in the air, he was struck down to the ground by a corkscrew-like black flame stream shot out by Enrida’s pointed finger.

"Stop!" Mourinho timely halted his subordinates’ movements.

Master Blood Infant Siro did not kick an enemy while down, obediently staying in the sky, his entire body tensed.

Just one indifferent glance from this little girl, and Master Siro felt as though his eyelid was punched fiercely, beating even harder than his heart!

Although the Magic Sniper from the ground had ceased, Master Siro knew that his dream of escape had come to a definitive end.

This nude girl’s Magic Fluctuation was so powerful that even Siro, who had survived countless battles by a hair’s breadth, couldn’t help but feel chilled by such an extent of Elemental Power—it was truly terrifying!

He had no doubt that the moment he turned around revealing the slightest gap, his life would come to a complete end under Xiang Pa’s hand.

As for that Winged Knight from the Demon Clan hovering high above Basin Valley, Blood Infant Siro hadn’t yet taken him seriously — even though this individual’s Magic Power Fluctuation could rival a Giant Dragon, as long as there was a long enough distance, Blood Infant Siro feared no such opponent!

For a magic user, obtaining enough distance is like an actor obtaining a stage.

Mourinho felt a chill throughout his body, his back already thoroughly drenched.

The lethal poison on the black feathers had no effect on him. Having consumed the "Linglong Heart" of the Mobasa Nine-headed Bird, Mourinho was long immune to all poisons, but the Fire System Magic attached to the black feathers still caused him a grievous injury!

Mourinho racked his brains and couldn’t figure out why a member of the Demon Clan would appear in Basin Valley! And even more, a strong member of the Demon Clan’s air force — the Winged Death Knight! Mourinho couldn’t understand why the Spiritual Medicine, powerful enough to bring down four Giant Dragons, had no effect on Enrida! Enrida’s scheming was too deep, too patient!

Mourinho and his subordinates all understood their situation was hopeless, whether it was trying to activate a Magic Circle or rush to help Richard lift his ban, both had become unrealistic! Any slight reckless action would result in a bloodbath!

Whether it was the Poison Flame Demon King Enrida or Enrida the venomous drug, her close combat capability would not be inferior to that of a Giant Dragon! Whether it was the Poison Flame Demon King Enrida or Enrida the venomous drug, having been imprisoned for over ten thousand years, it was less likely for her to show mercy than to expect wolves to start eating grass!

Facing such an ancient prehistoric sealed creature from such a close distance was truly like a widow bereft of her child and devoid of hope!

As for that Winged Knight from the Demon Clan, Mourinho couldn’t be bothered to deal with it and had no way to intervene anymore!

"Hello everyone!" Enrida smiled and greeted those in the sky and the Elves on the ground, stepped out of the silver chest on her white toes, crouched down, and tore off a large piece of robe from a Moore Mage’s corpse, fashioning for herself a makeshift bandeau and skirt.

"Don’t mind me, you all continue fighting," Enrida said, tying her knots self-absorbedly, lifting her head with a smile and cute dimples on her face.

Siro and Mourinho’s gazes were fixed on her, not daring to even shift their position.

In the distant sky, the Winged Knight of the Demon Clan let out a sharp, harsh cry, vibrating his four pairs of ink-like black wings, slashing through the air, flying beyond the mountains and vanishing into the vast night sky, leaving many sighing, astonished that even the notoriously belligerent members of the Demon Clan had been frightened away!