Roleplay As Cultivator
37: Dragons from the past (5)
HOOOOOM~
The white hand that came from within the darkness of the formation increasingly powerfully drew Dreadwing. But Dreadwing also did not remain silent. He sucked the life essence of the group of cultivators. There were fluctuations in the aura in his body.
Dreadwing stopped the screeching sound and closed his mouth. Then he gazed towards the cultivator hovering above him.
The cultivators who were besieging Dreadwing were slightly relieved because the pressure that sucked their life energy was already gone. They re-strengthened the ritual formation and the limiting technique that held back the Dreadwing movement.
Dreadwing's purple-luminous eyes slowly dimmed and returned to their original dragon-eye form. His pupils tapered and focused onto the cultivator hovering above him. Both of its wings slowly rose and widened.
“You know why I'm called Dreadwing ?”
Its wings gave off a green light that slowly grew stronger and formed thorns like the back of a hedgehog. Dreadwing flicked his feathered wings up and shot green thorns towards the cultivator above him. The green thorns shot upwards like a gatling bullet.
The Dwarf Cultivator who saw the attack coming towards him took out another round-shaped shield. He floated the metal shield in front of him to block the incoming attack.
Clank~Clank~Clank~Clank~Clank~Clank~Clank~Clank~
But the shield could not do much. Thorn - The thorn was easily stuck on the metal shield. After being hit by a barrage of attacks - the shield tubers finally began to break and make the green thorns hit the Dwarf cultivator.
Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~Zap~
His entire body was filled with thorns that could even pierce through his armor.
Uhuk~
After he coughed up the blood his gravity restraint technique broke off and he started to lose altitude. He fell right towards the Dreadwing below him who had prepared the spiked wings to stab him.
“This is only limited to one of my wing change techniques”
Dreadwing casually waited for that Dwarf cultivator to fall towards the tip of his wing by himself. After the gravitational restraints were gone he could again lift his body from the ritual formation below.
Before the Dwarf cultivator's body had gotten stabbed in the Dreadwing's wings something caught up to him. The body of the Dwarf cultivator held back by the two flying swords went away from the location of the fight.
Dreadwing looked at the back of the group of people who were surrounding him and saw Guo Jing who was crouching with one leg and one knee touching the ground.
Guo Jing made a hand gesture to control her remaining sword. His one eye was still closed but he still tried to strengthen his resolve.
“So you can still survive human”
“But it will only prolong the suffering you are experiencing”
Dreadwing's wings stretch back so that the spines - durinya clearly visible.
“Don't let him take off that attack”
The elf cultivator threw a blade that was all over made of silver towards the Dreadwing wing. Then came the same black chain holding down Dreadwing's movement.
“RAAAGH, This annoying chain again”
Dreadwing increased the momentum of his aura and began to shake the black chains that bound him.
Clank~Clank~Clank~Clank~
Black chains blink faster and if carefully observed there are cracks in various parts.
“I'm getting bored, let's speed up the process”
Dreadwing again changed the shape of his wings. The green thorns melted into aura again then started to form eight tentacles that looked like green slimes. Tentacles - those tentacles wriggling from the Dreadwing's back. The tip of the four tentacles arrived - it suddenly turned stiff then darted rapidly towards the cultivator who was running the ritual formation.
The four cultivators could not move much for fear of making the formation crumble. They made defenses from other magic formations. But it seems their efforts have not succeeded.
jab~jab~jab~jab~
The fourth cultivator's defensive formation was successfully penetrated by the Dreadwing tentacle spear. At least that defensive formation managed to deflect the tentacle stabs that targeted their hearts. Tentacles - those tentacles hit the left shoulder of the four cultivators and began to move spread out like roots piercing through the ground.
“”””AAAAAAaaaaaggggrrrhhh””””
The cries of the four cultivators could be heard.
…
From afar Tian Jie could only see all the events in this illusion with a feeling of wastiness. He was already very carried away into the condition he saw and came to hope that the Elder shadow dragon was defeated. If the creature managed to survive then this world would be finished that was what Tian Jie thought. But observing the fight that ensued, he felt that it would take a great deal of sacrifice just to subvert it.
“I can't imagine the pain of the four cultivators who stuck in those tentacles”
“And it seems like their life energy started to be absorbed quickly through that tentacle”
“Is there no hope anymore?”
Tian Jie finally couldn't take it anymore and closed his eyes. He turned around and slowly opened his eyes after feeling calm. But what greeted him was a little surprising.
“hmm .?”
“Ashburn, you .. “
…
Guo Jing watched as his comrades were overwhelmed by Dreadwing's attacks. His face was pondering something out loud. At the moment he has not even fifty percent recovered, but their condition really cannot be allowed to continue.
“I have no other choice”
He raised his body while trembling slightly. In the end, he could only sit. His right hand let out a golden light, then he stuck it into his upper abdomen. As if taking something from inside his body, his right hand clenched when ejected. When he opened the fist, a miniature golden pagoda appeared.
“Will I give you all my strength”
The pagoda floated before Guo Jing and shone brightly.
Guo jing clapped his hands forward and started chanting something. Then he raised his right hand with his palm facing upwards.
The golden pagoda floated following Guo jing's right hand and floated above him. The size is getting bigger and bigger up to thousands of times the original size.
Guo Jing then swung her right hand forward.
“Ten Floor Golden Pagoda !”
“HANTAM DIA”
The gigantic golden pagoda shot up the Dreadwing and fell smashing down on it from above. The golden aura from the Pagoda continued to smash into Dreadwing ferociously, trying to squeeze him down. But it seems the attack did not have much effect.
Dreadwing easily held it back with the other four green tentacles.
“Usaha you guys are vain - sia”
“None of you can hold me”
HAA~HAA~HAA~HAA~HAA~HAA~HAA~
Dreadwing laughed very loudly. The tentacles that stuck on the four formation-bearer cultivators moved like they were sucking on something.
The four cultivators slowly became wrinkled and looked pale. One of them was already not strong and fell to his knees to the ground.
The ritual formation stopped. Slowly the white hand from within the black smoke released its grip and returned into the dark smoke of the ritual formation.
“OH NOT”
Guo Jing could only scream. He wanted to go forward and replace that cultivator's position but his body was already completely unable to move. Even blood flowed profusely from his nose and eyes. Using the Golden Pagoda that was directly connected to his dantian made a tremendous backlash for his body and mind. He's risking everything he has.
“You will be my first sign to this world”
“If I was, Dreadwing”
“The end of all living things has come!”
HAA~HAA~HAA~HAAaa~
Suddenly from the sky descended the fire spiritual energy that flowed to the four cultivators. The metal mirrors in their hands became red as if heated by a forger.
The ritual formation was again active even though the mirrors had been separated from the cultivators. Large hands also slowly emerged from within the dark smoke of the formation. But unlike before, this time the hands that came out were red hands that burned with fire.
This time those fire hands held Dreadwing even more firmly and pulled him down. Dreadwing's body burned violently as it sank into the ritual formation.
“AAARRRGHHH !!!”
“ASHBUUURN ..., YOU FUCKING !”
Dreadwing looked up where the source of spiritual energy came from. There Ashburn who was wrapped in intense fire spiritual energy floated while looking down.
“Even if my life is burned out, I will stop you ..”
“DREADWING !”