Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 72 The Holy Dragon of Light, and the Violent Mage
"Come back, my comrades!"

As Chen Ying'er's ethereal and sacred chanting faded away.

The void behind her suddenly twisted, and a giant door, ten feet high and shimmering with soft white light, slowly opened.

An ancient, vast, and vibrant aura bursts forth from it, as if connecting to an ancient world teeming with sacred creatures.

"Roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar resounded from within the Gate of Life, its power so great that it even caused the surrounding surging demonic energy to momentarily halt.

Immediately afterwards, a huge dragon head covered with golden scales slowly emerged from the door.

Those eyes, seemingly forged from molten gold, swept across the battlefield, unleashing an unparalleled pressure originating from the level of life itself, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

Under the dragon's might, countless low-level dual-wielding demons revealed a trace of instinctive fear in their scarlet eyes, and their attacks slowed down.

Then, a lithe and slender golden dragon coiled out from the doorway, gracefully spreading its wings.

Its entire body exudes a holy aura of light, and each dragon scale seems to be a sacred rune. Together, they form this perfect embodiment of slaughter and protection.

An eighth-level magical beast, the Holy Light Dragon! Its strength is already equivalent to that of a seventh-tier human!
"Great! It's the Holy Dragon of Light!" Chen Ying'er's face lit up with joy, and she was so excited that she almost jumped up.

Since her Soul Body awakened, her summoning success rate and the quality of her summoned creatures have both increased significantly.

But this is the first time I've been able to summon an eighth-level light-type magical beast that counters the demon race so precisely on the battlefield!
This is simply incredible luck!
Even Li Hao, who was fighting fiercely with the Beast Demon in the sky, couldn't help but show a look of surprise when he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye.

"The Soul Holy Body truly lives up to its name," he thought to himself.

Whether a psychic is powerful or not depends 70% on fate and 30% on their own efforts.

Chen Ying'er is clearly a typical example of someone who is fed by God.

"Go, my companion! Purify all those filthy creatures!"

Chen Ying'er waved her small hand, full of spirit.

"Roar!"

Upon receiving the command, the Holy Dragon of Light let out a joyful roar.

Its massive body traced an elegant yet deadly arc through the air, its mouth wide open, and bursts of blazing holy dragon breath blasted into the demon formation like cannonballs.

boom! boom! boom!
The flames of light landed and exploded instantly, transforming into a holy sea of ​​fire.

Those ordinary dual-wielding demons were instantly ignited upon contact, and were purified into wisps of black smoke amidst their shrill screams, leaving not even a corpse behind.

With a flap of its wings, the Holy Dragon of Light swooped down, its sharp claws tearing several emerald-green twin-blade demons to shreds.

It was like a mobile fortress of light, rampaging through the dark demon army with unstoppable force.

"Hey, Ying'er's got some good skills!"

Lin Xin, who was watching from the side, was envious. He muttered something under his breath, but his hands moved quickly.

"We can't let her steal all the limelight!"

The staff in his hand—the magnificent piece of equipment "Breath of the Fiery Dragon" inlaid with a huge fiery red crystal core—shone brightly.

"Fireball!"

"Exploding Fireball!"

"The Serpent of Flames!"

"Wall of Flames!"

One after another, third- and fourth-tier fire-based attack spells were unleashed in his hands as if they were free, at a dazzling speed.

The radiance of magic never ceased before him, and he manipulated fire elements in all sorts of ways.

A dense, impenetrable barrage of fireballs rained down on the demon army.

A fifth-tier mage's spiritual power should be limited, but he didn't care at all. Whenever he felt his spiritual power was depleted, he would reach into his storage ring, take out a pill, and stuff it into his mouth without even looking at it, as if chewing a bean.

Those expensive resurrection pills that would bankrupt an ordinary magician in the outside world were like an endless supply of candy to him.

With the amplification from the Brilliant-grade staff and the unlimited sustain from the pills, Lin Xin, this "drug-dependent" mage, unleashed terrifying firepower comparable to a squad of fifth-tier mages.

He single-handedly led the defense line, and the demons were unable to break through, leaving behind charred corpses all over the ground.

This kid has turned burning money into an art form.

Above them, in the sky, was a stage for Li Hao all to perform.

He deliberately suppressed his spiritual energy fluctuations to the sixth level of the sixth rank, and did not use any overly shocking power.

Even so, he alone with his sword was like an insurmountable chasm, firmly blocking the aerial force composed of hundreds of bird demons.

The longsword in his hand was not a divine weapon, but just an ordinary fine gold longsword. However, in his hands, it unleashed a sharpness that even divine weapons could not match.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

The swords flashed, weaving a dense, impenetrable net.

Whether it's the sharp claws and teeth of the bird demons, or the corrosive venom they spew.

Anyone who gets within three feet of Li Hao will be shattered or dispersed by his precise and sharp sword light.

Occasionally, a few golden avian demons, whose strength rivals that of a sixth-tier professional, manage to break through the sword net thanks to their thick hides and tough flesh.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Hao could send his sword piercing out at an unbelievable angle, either striking their wing joints or penetrating their vulnerable eye sockets.

Precise, efficient, and deadly!

He hovered in mid-air, his body barely moving, yet the dark, swarming army of beast demons was unable to cross the line.

It's like one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot get through!

On the ground, each strike of Wang Yuanyuan's Giant Spirit God Shield could shatter the bones of a group of demons.

Sima Xian's Hammer of Punishment transformed into a whirlwind of death, leaving severed limbs and green blood flying wherever it passed.

Zhongli moved like a ghost along the edge of the battlefield, and with each move, a demon commander would fall silently.

The Fire Cloud Demon Hunter Team, a young team with an average rank of only fifth, has unleashed a terrifying combat power that has drawn the attention of the entire battlefield.

In the center of the caravan, beside the ever-calm, luxurious carriage.

Leng Xiao gripped the longsword tightly in her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She stared blankly at the Holy Light Dragon rampaging through the demon army, at the fire mage firing wildly like a cannon, and at the towering figure in the sky who single-handedly sealed off the entire heavens.

Each scene struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

"They're just a bunch of young human brats..."

Her mind replayed her disdainful and contemptuous words from not long ago, and a burning sense of shame instantly surged up her cheeks.

Yes, these very "youngsters" she spoke of were now like a stabilizing force, firmly holding the caravan's collapsing defenses and buying them invaluable time.

Especially the man in the lead.

He looked so young, but the calmness, composure, and unfathomable strength he displayed in battle sent a chill down her spine.

The sword in his hand seemed to have come to life, to have a soul.

Every swing carries an indescribable rhythm and beauty, elevating combat to the level of art.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Leng Xiao murmured to herself as she gazed at Li Hao's valiant figure.

She suddenly realized that her previous assessment of them was wildly wrong.

(End of this chapter)