The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The crimson sword light collided with the broken half of the blade.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

All that could be heard was a sickeningly metallic, distorted sound.

The rocks beneath Xiao Ruoye's feet instantly crumbled into powder, and she was slammed into the ground as if by a pile driver.

The shinbone below the knee pierced through the flesh and embedded itself in the rubble.

"puff."

Xiao Ruoye tilted her head back and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The power from that berserk potion was as fragile as paper under the crushing force of a half-step Grandmaster.

"Is it blocked?"

Po Jun raised an eyebrow and casually rubbed the still-dripping greatsword on the ground.

He looked at Xiao Ruoye, whose body was half-buried in the soil, with the same gaze he would give a cockroach that had been crushed.

"That's interesting, but that's the limit."

Xiao Ruoye's hands were cracked and bleeding, and the broken knife was chipped and trembling.

She tried to stand up, but her spine felt like it was broken, and even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.

"Don't...come any closer..."

Xiao Ruoye's throat made a bellowing sound, her bloodshot eyes still fixed on the front.

Just then, a strange buzzing sound came from behind.

It wasn't a piercing shriek, but rather an air resonance caused by some kind of high-frequency vibration.

The stench of blood and decay that had filled the cave quickly dissipated with this buzzing sound.

Po Jun subconsciously looked up.

His gaze passed over Xiao Ruoye and landed on the white jade altar.

The silver-haired girl moved.

Narancia didn't even glance at the battlefield.

Barefoot, she took a step forward and stepped directly onto Jiang Chen's chest.

This action is extremely insulting; if it were someone else, they would probably be beaten to death on the spot.

But her expression was so focused, as if she were performing a delicate surgery.

"It's too dirty."

Narancia whispered.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her fingers forming a strange cross mudra.

next second.

Pure white light poured out from her body without reservation.

The light was no longer gentle, nor warm.

It carried an overbearing force that seemed to want to reduce everything in the world to particles, and it forcefully poured itself into Jiang Chen's chest through the sole of her foot.

"ah--!!"

Jiang Chen, who was unconscious, suddenly straightened his back and let out a terrible scream.

His body throbbed violently, like a live shrimp thrown into a frying pan.

"Hold him down!"

Ignoring her hands, which were scorched red by the holy light, Shen Suxin lunged forward and pinned Jiang Chen's legs down.

She noticed the changes in Jiang Chen.

That's not treatment.

That was torture.

As the holy light entered his body, the charred dead skin, dried scabs, and even the necrotic muscle beneath Jiang Chen's skin instantly vaporized.

There was no transition.

It turned directly from a solid into blue smoke.

Black smoke billowed from every pore of Jiang Chen's body.

That was the Immortal-Slaying Curse lurking within him.

These curse runes, which were usually like a persistent affliction, now encountered their natural enemy, transforming into countless hideous ghost faces that roamed and roared wildly beneath Jiang Chen's skin, attempting to break through the blockade of the holy light.

"Still hiding."

Nalan Jia frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, which were filled with only white light.

She exerted force with her feet, and an even more intense holy light slammed down.

"Sizzle—"

Jiang Chen's chest skin completely split open.

It felt like someone had forcibly peeled off a layer of skin.

It revealed the bright red, still-pulsating muscle fibers beneath, as well as the clearly defined ribs.

"You're insane! You'll kill him!"

Xiao Ruoye turned around and saw this scene. Her eyes were bloodshot. She tried to crawl over to stop it, but Po Jun stepped on her back.

"Click."

A cracking sound came from the spine.

Xiao Ruoye was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, her face pressed against the cold, broken stones, and she could only watch helplessly as the tragic scene unfolded.

"Shut up."

Nalanjia didn't even turn his head.

Her long silver hair danced wildly in the surging holy light, making her appear both holy and cruel.

"Only by peeling off this rotten skin can new flesh grow."

As soon as she finished speaking, she spread her five fingers and made a grabbing motion in the air towards Jiang Chen's bloodied and mangled chest.

Countless rays of light, as thin as hair, penetrated into Jiang Chen's bones.

That's marrow cleansing.

A true case of scraping the bone to remove poison.

The bones, which were originally gray and cracked, made a popping sound like popping beans under the light.

The black, poisonous blood was forced out from the bone marrow, but it was evaporated by the high temperature before it could flow to the ground.

Jiang Chen's body has stopped convulsing.

He went into shock from the pain.

But his bones are undergoing a qualitative change.

From its original grayish-white color, it gradually reveals a warm and jade-like texture, and even faintly glows with gold.

That was the prototype of the true dragon's bone.

"This woman..."

Po Jun narrowed his eyes.

Although he was a rough man, he could tell what the man lying on the altar was going through.

The terrifying fluctuations in vitality made even a half-step Grandmaster like him feel his heart pound.

If that kid were to wake up in this state...

"Greedy Wolf, make your move."

Po Jun stomped his foot, causing Xiao Ruoye to groan, and raised his greatsword.

Greedy Wolf, who had been standing in the shadows, remained silent.

His figure blurred, and he moved like a black lightning bolt, instantly bypassing the frontal battlefield.

The target was the altar.

"Big brother isn't ready yet!"

Junyao panicked.

She suddenly clasped her hands together, her ten fingers twisted into a bizarre angle.

"A myriad of poisons devour the heart!"

The dark cloud suppressed by the holy light surged again, and countless tiny poisonous insects rushed towards the Wolf without regard for their lives.

"A trivial skill."

Greedy Wolf sneered.

He didn't even slow down; the dagger in his hand merely left a blur in the air.

"Swish swish swish—"

Clumps of green liquid burst open in the air.

Those venomous insects, powerful enough to kill an elephant, were shredded into pieces before they even got close.

The gap in strength is too large.

Greedy Wolf broke through the cloud of insects and landed on the edge of the altar.

He was less than five meters away from Nalanjia.

Narancia remained motionless.

She was staring intently at Jiang Chen's spine, which was undergoing reconstruction, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

This is the most crucial step.

As long as this dragon spine is reattached, Jiang Chen can live.

"Die."

Greedy Wolf gripped the dagger in his hand with a reverse grip, and thrust it towards Nalanjia's back like a venomous snake striking its tongue.

That is the weakest point in the Holy Light defense.

"Sister Suxin!"

Junyao screamed in despair.

Shen Suxin was right next to Jiang Chen.

She saw the black dagger, and she also saw Nalanjia's unguarded back.

Without any thought.

Shen Suxin grabbed the medicine box beside her, which was her livelihood, containing a black iron pestle weighing several hundred kilograms.

She used all her strength to swing the medicine box out.

"Bang!"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The medicine box exploded in mid-air, shattering countless bottles and jars on the ground.

Greedy Wolf paused slightly.

But with a casual wave of his hand, the dagger knocked the heavy pestle away.

"It's in the way."

Greedy Wolf's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the momentum of the dagger continued unabated.

This time, no one can stop it.

The cold blade pierced the edge of the holy light domain, emitting a sizzling corrosion sound.

Nalanjia finally reacted.

She slowly turned her head.

There was no panic on that stunningly beautiful face, only extreme disgust at being targeted.

And a slight sense of disorientation caused by being too focused on the treatment.

Just then.

Jiang Chen, who had been trampled under her feet, was covered in blood and looked like he was already dead.

His right hand.

It suddenly lifted up.

It was a human hand, but it was covered with dark golden scales, and its nails were sharp as knives.

The hand did not reach for the dagger that was thrust at it.

Instead, he grabbed Narancia's ankle with his other hand.

Pull hard.

Caught off guard, Nalanjia lost his balance and fell backward, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

But the dagger, carried by inertia, plunged straight into Jiang Chen's chest, where the flesh had just begun to heal.

"Pfft."

The sharp blade pierced the flesh.

Black blood splattered all over Nalanjia's face.

That instant.

The air inside the entire underground palace seemed to freeze completely.