The silver knight's body twitched in the air, switching repeatedly between the spirit and the entity. Even if this sharp claw was not the bodies of Cyril and others, they seemed to be able to feel the tearing pain brought by this claw.

Cyril stared at the dark claw—it was a circle larger than the ordinary hand, and its pointed fingers were covered with black, flat and shiny scales. If Adian was a living person, then the claw would have had a long list of bloody intestines and internal organs on it…

"What's going on? Who should we help?" Baron Gene asked in confusion, but heard the twitching spirit knight roar:

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Siglid, don't think of it!"

Amid the roar that seemed to be about to tear the vocal cords, the Spirit Knight Commander gradually wrapped a layer of black mist around him. The big sword that was about to break away from his hands was clenched again at this moment. He raised it high above his head with both hands and slashed towards the dead tree with all his might.

However, his big sword had not yet been cut off, but he heard a "puff" sound, and another sharp claw emerged from the dead tree. The wide tiger's mouth directly clamped the sharp triangle helmet, and a low growl sounded:

"Heart of Bright Flame, go back to your book!"

As the sound of the male and female roars sounded, Cyril felt his body shorter - the silver deer under him actually softened his feet and half knelt on the ground. He hurriedly rolled down the deer's back, and then he saw the Silver Knight Commander's body flying high and falling beside him.

The pointed helmet was completely flattened.

"It's Dragon Power, be careful, that's the Dragonborn!"

Cyril whispered, and had no time to look at the body that had gradually disappeared, and the sword in his hand was raised. At this time, the camp was very clear - there was no doubt that Adian was on their side, and their opponent was the dragon descendant who "need to be awakened".

But when Cyril raised his sword and looked forward, he was stunned - the dragon descended completely in the dead torso of the Eternal Tree, with only two dragon claws just tearing open the bark and exposed outside. And its head and body were still in the tree.

How did he do this?

Just as he was thinking, a "buzzing" sound came from behind him. Meng Fei pulled the longbow in his hand, and the dark green arrow broke through the air and rushed straight to the tree of Eternity. The arrow was so fast that it flew faster and faster. It had brushed Cyril's face in an instant. Before the two dragon claws could react, it had already penetrated into the torso of the tree of Eternity.

Alina looked at Meng Feila in amazement, and she didn't expect that the most decisive person was the captain of the Dawn Tour. But then she screamed - the road surface paved with tree roots under her feet began to shake violently, and the roots were visible to the naked eye, and something was about to break out of the ground.

"Alina, go away!"

Cyril glanced at the sudden violent bulge under the girl's feet, and subconsciously reached out and pulled the girl's arm beside her hard. Then a shrill tearing sound came out, and then a thick and long black shadow swung from bottom to top where Elina was standing. The strong wind made Cyril unable to stand firm for a moment and fell to the ground with Alina.

"Brother Cyril!"

Amid Leonardo's rapid shout, Cyril glimpsed the thick and long shadow about to fall towards him. But the next second, Leonardo's figure had already appeared between the shadow and himself. The wide sword was now supported like a shield, facing the shadow that was thrusting downward. It was paired with Leonardo's round armor, which actually gave people an inexplicable sense of solidity.

But Cyril's expression changed, and before the exclamation could be heard, the black shadow had already flexibly turned in the air, completely bypassing the great sword supported by Leonardo, and swung it from the side to Leonardo's waist.

Leonardo even had time to swear, and he flew straight out like a ball that was being pulled away and fell far away.

However, the time he fought for was enough for Cyril to get up, and he pulled Alina and retreated quickly. At this time, Cyril had completely seen what the black shadow was waving from below.

That is the dragon's tail!

"Damn it, how many parts of the dragon can this dragon descend?"

A big factor in evaluating the strength level of creatures like the dragon is the concentration of dragon blood. Just like a bipedal dragon must be stronger than a dragon fly in terms of biological level, the more elements the dragon descendants have, the stronger the strength.

He retreated far away from the dragon's tail, but saw the thick and long tail rushing restlessly on the ground, making a snap sound. Then the dragon's tail suddenly sucked towards the tree of eternity, hitting the dragon's claws, making a dull sound.

“It wants to come out of the tree!”

Cyril immediately noticed its intention, but at this moment he felt his throat hoarse. He hurriedly looked to his side, and Leonardo was being helped by Baron Gene, and his armor was intact, but he kept covering his waist, as if he was hurt inside.

Memphira was still trying to shoot arrows, but now her arrow could not even approach the tree of Eternity, so she was slapped to the side by the strong wind raised by the dragon's tail.

The difference in strength level is too big - if the difficulty of a dungeon in the early 50s was still normal, then the dragon descendants who had not even shown their entire body would increase the difficulty of the dungeon to 70 to 80 with their own strength.

Although there is no qualitative change in the level of strength - the profession level and the extraordinary level above the profession are completely two levels of strength, but creatures of the level of the dragon are extremely imba in any game, and it is simply a fantasy to defeat it.

"Hey, stop sleeping. Is there any way to deal with dragons?"

Cyril pulled the pendant on his chest irritably, and the gray god made a helpless voice in the pendant: "Ask me, who am I going? I have never seen a dragon! Besides, even if I have a way, you can't use it if the heart of the origin is not there!"

Cyril pressed the pendant back with his backhand and ignored the grey god's howl. Cyril stared at the tree of Eternity that was continuously beaten by the dragon's tail. A significant depression had appeared in the bark, and something seemed to be about to drill out of the tree.

He knew clearly that they could still stand here safely now, just because the dragon descendants were struggling to come out of the tree. And after the dragon descendants gained freedom, how many rounds could they survive under their hands?

What made him feel even more uneasy was that this magic plain might not last long for long—whether it was the monster in the fog outside, or the words left by the Great Sage and Adian, it all showed this.

He could even feel that the moment the dragon descended out of the tree was the beginning of the end of the magic plain - and will they, trapped in the plain, be destroyed with the end of the magic plain?
Chapter completed!