Chapter 447: Chapter 305 “Narrow Victory” (4K)_2

Simultaneously, he let out a long howl.

The howling shook the heavens and the earth, stirring the monsters in the surrounding area.

Visible to the naked eye, monsters emerged from the forests and rushed forward like mad, intending to burst through the Deathremains Territory enveloping this world.

Indeed, Deathremains Territory could not confine a legend.

This skill was never meant to trap and lock, but its powerful suppressing force rocked the surrounding space, forcing scrolls such as those for spatial transfer to need a longer activation time in this kind of environment.

The Goblin Prince had just torn open a scroll, its spatial lines trembling, becoming extremely unstable, and with the slightest inattention, it was directly interrupted.

The powerful force of suppression also affected the Goblin Prince, slowing down the legendary figure for a few crucial moments.

And in those few moments, General Dead Bone had clung to him like a malignant tumor, catching up in close pursuit.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Bone spikes flew, and heavy swords fell.

The Goblin Prince ran two hundred meters, and the mountain peak that rose from the ground behind him was severed;

The Goblin Prince ran six hundred meters, and his chain hammer was washed away by the surging Rivers of Netherworld;

No sooner had the Goblin Prince ran a kilometer than bone spikes and bone swords tore through his armor;

The Goblin Prince, already at a disadvantage in physical combat, was grievously wounded; his fate was all but sealed.

Puchi—

A wound slashed across his cheek, the power of desolation poured into his sea of consciousness, extinguishing the golden radiance within.

The Light of Will flared and flickered.

After a dozen seconds, it still could not hold on and dimmed.

The Goblin Prince staggered to his knees, his life’s experiences flashing before his eyes. He was the king of Goblins, he still bore the heavy duty of restoring glory, he hadn’t yet taken his revenge on the Tai Xuan Alliance, he—

Suddenly, he realized this seemed like an ambush.

An ambush specifically for him.

From the moment he discovered the clues, to the tracking, the probing, the fighting, it all seemed to be part of the plan of the black-armored general before him.

This Undead… whose subordinate was it?

But he couldn’t understand why he had been targeted for such a deliberate ambush. Why go to such lengths to deal with him!

He stared with eyes full of unwillingness; his body gradually withered, his green skin turned to ash, flaking off.

He had already lost the breath of life.

Meanwhile, the horde of monsters summoned by the legendary Goblin’s howl were still on their way. Following the downfall of the Goblin Prince, the majority of the monsters dispersed, leaving only a few stubborn ones still making their way here.

General Dead Bone looked at the Goblin Prince kneeling on the ground, his body now as dry as kindling, his exposed bones visible; it still did not approach.

It stood in place, waiting for a dozen seconds.

Then stretched out its hand to shoot out bone spikes, piercing the Goblin Prince with a puchi, puchi.

And then it waited another dozen seconds.

Consequently, it sliced several beams of Sword Light.

After testing several times, General Dead Bone finally confirmed that the Goblin Prince was thoroughly dead, a death that brought peace of mind.

“After all, he was a legend; we were confronting a legend head-on for the first time, caution was essential no matter what.”

“Fortunately, with all our might, we have finally won a narrow victory over this great foe.”

“The entire process was indeed too perilous.”

From a distance, ‘Bone Two’ finally arrived at the battlefield.

It had been chasing the whole time, wanting to join the fight, but it seemed that by the time it caught up, the battle had already ended.

Was this a narrow victory?

It looked at the Goblin legend who had died an uneasy death and then at its big brother.

“Ah yes, yes, yes.”

If you say so, big brother.

Far away in the Tianyuan Territory, Mu Yuan also let out a sigh of relief.

This battle was indeed, probably… rather difficult. The strength of the Goblin legend was as anticipated.

“If it weren’t for Dead Bone feigning weakness and taking a ‘great risk’ to create the opportunity for close-quarters combat, it would be quite challenging to truly kill a legend.”

Of course, Mu Yuan was 1000% skeptical of Dead Bone’s ‘all-out effort’ and ‘perilous struggle’.

The only time Dead Bone could be said to have exerted all its effort was during the ignition of the Light of Will in the Tower of Challenge.

Great Lord Shepherd had also made some contingency plans.

In the distance, on the obligatory path to the Werewolf Tribe, a Duo Lai and an Uta were squatting; they were snipers.

With full burst of effort, stalling a legendary creature for a moment was generally not an issue.

Mu Yuan also had a Nine-headed Roaring Thunder Flame Dragon at hand, ready to bring down the might of a thunderbolt from the heavens at any moment.

However,

Large-scale Magic—although the strength of the large-scale magic, merged to the limit and further enhanced by epic architecture, was undeniably strong, it would inevitably cause a great disturbance. Without absolute necessity, he would not resort to this technique.

“The Goblin Legend has fallen, but the end has not truly come; there’s no time to marvel at the duel with a legendary creature.”

The one who now entered the scene was the incarnation of Lord Shepherd.

He summoned a group of tree-people sweepers, rooted in the earth, and quickly changed the entire fragmented landscape. In the blink of an eye, this barren area, full of potholes, burgeoned with fresh vegetation.

Suffice it to say, this could hardly restore the vast ruined area back to its original state. Mu Yuan had no such intention either, as he was not an environmentalist.

Nor were the Treemen.

They only protected the environment within their own territory; outside of their territory…

“The Earth’s Force of this area is surprisingly strong.”

“It might be the remnants of the Legendary Realm’s power; it’s said to be a legend wielding the Earth Series Power.”

“Earth Series? Earth gives birth to wood, this is right up our alley.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and draw it out!”

“Draw it out—”

The Treemen whispered amongst themselves, and then they rooted into the earth, forcefully extracting the Earth’s Force from the land tainted with the blood of legends and enriched with the energy of the Earth Series.

They used about 1% of the Earth’s Force to nurture and cultivate the newly sprouted plants. This equated to giving back to the land.

Under the Treemen’s intense extraction, despite the land still wearing the marks of a great battle, energy traces had been disrupted, and the pervasive Undead air of death was largely cleared away.

Experienced individuals could still discern that a legend had fallen here, but attempting to analyze the entire battle or using it to track the movements of the powerful entities involved had become exceedingly difficult.

The Treemen were just the first mode of interference. After that, Mu Yuan sent General Duo Lai to disturb the space, allowing Isloa to cover their tracks. He took several measures and, feeling it was sufficient, officially finished the task.

“Let’s get out of here!”

Duo Lai took with him the remains of the Goblin Legend, along with a considerable amount of soil, and the group quickly departed.

Half a day later, the area remained silent, with some not-so-tall grasses and plants sparsely growing there. No monsters dared to approach, only the rustling of leaves by the wind could occasionally be heard.

The silence was disconcertingly profound.

A Featherman carefully pushed through the distant underbrush, tiptoeing towards this place.

Looking at the scarred, empty land without any remnants of buildings or corpses, he couldn’t help swallowing his spit.

“This was definitely a battle of legends!”

“And no corpses left behind means…”

“The human forces withstood the assault of the legendary monster?!”

Later that day, the Featherman Queen pondered.

She was not very surprised.

For any force that had survived to this day, it was quite normal to have legends guarding them, or to possess means to resist legends.

However, merely thinking that way was far from enough to face the Overlord Power.

This human force seemed too unstable; the legendary creatures had discovered them too soon.

“Regardless, since humans have withstood the attack of a legend, then we… can engage in some simple cooperation with humans. But it’s too early for further strategic cooperation; we still need to observe and wait.”

It wasn’t that she was indecisive, but rather, she bore the survival pressure of the Featherman nation. If she made one wrong step, they could lose everything.

She couldn’t afford to lose.

…

To the north of the Werewolf Tribe, in a certain place among the mountains.

A Werewolf elder of the Legendary Realm had just returned here.

He scoffed, “Ha, the Goblin Kingdom? That’s in the past. Even this so-called Goblin Kingdom is nothing compared to the eternal Tianqi Holy Kingdom.”

“However, this Prince is indeed a legend and does have some value. Let him slowly establish a new realm.”

As long as this realm ultimately embraces the Tianqi Eternal Life, providing the Goblins with some support didn’t bother them, the Werewolf Overlords.

…

At the same time, in Tianyuan Territory, a banquet was being held; everyone had a bright future in mind.

“Wow, this guy is so rich!” exclaimed Duo Lai.