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The scales that could at least withstand entry-level spell attacks failed to hold against Ganshan's bite.

It bit directly into the flesh, immediately followed by wailing and spurting blood.

Obviously, even a lower-grade defensive magical artifact would have been bitten to pieces with this bite.

Elder Hai Bao Long looked grim but felt a bit relieved seeing the blood scattered everywhere.

It seemed victory was at hand.

Indeed, the blood on the ground wriggled and swelled rapidly, like living creatures, immediately creating several blood-colored brothers for the Blood Tyrant Dragon.

Small Knife saw through the Celestial Net, astonished to find they were formed by divine techniques—the Blood Burst Divine Techniques.

Under the Celestial Net's assessment, once the blood-formed Blood Tyrant Dragons took shape, they hit the hundred-level threshold, breaking past it as they grew.

They ultimately reached Level 130, each and every one.

Under the Celestial Net's appraisal, they all possessed the strength of Level 130, although they existed for only a short time.

No matter the cost, to have a dozen Level 130 entities appear at once, what does that imply?

They could definitely contend with the middle stage of Qi Cultivation.

Even surrounding and killing an ordinary middle-stage Qi Cultivation isn't impossible, due to their fearless nature.

What's even scarier is that they have a Bloodstorm Skill.

The power of self-detonation is never weak.

But now!

(Hmm, it feels a bit verbose. Not sure if that's the case, can't be certain. Group, 530497681, welcoming any brothers and sisters wishing to join.)

Small Knife, in urgency, communicated with the Mountain Dog with excellent initial familiarity.

Over there, it seemed Elder Hai Bao Long was urging as well.

Coupled with its neck being bitten, and a Golden Bell tightly stuffed in its mouth, continuously expanding, trying to burst open.

Thus, the Blood Tyrant Dragon went completely berserk.

Exhibited by the frenzied attack of those Level 130 Blood Burst Clones, each one's body surging as if ready to explode at any moment.

The first Blood Tyrant Dragon clone clawed, leaving five bloody marks on Ganshan.

Clearly, without scales to protect, his defense was limited.

Then, numerous claws and tusks tearing down.

And then, nothing more.

Don't misunderstand, there really was nothing more.

Ganshan vanished.

No, it should be said that he burrowed underground.

His mouth never loosened.

Most of the Blood Tyrant Dragon's body was dragged underground.

This is the Mountain Opening Divine Techniques of Mountain Dog Ah Shan.

Boom, boom!

The Blood Tyrant Dragon with its upper body dragged underground sensed danger.

Instantly.

Boom, boom, boom!

Each and every Level 130 Blood Tyrant Dragon clone exploded.

Players exclaimed, retreating repeatedly.

Because it was like grenades exploding, one by one on the ground.

But it couldn't harm Ganshan a bit, even though it shook the underground, scaring him to burrow deeper with the Blood Tyrant Dragon's neck in its mouth.

Neck bitten, with smelly socks stuffed in its mouth.

Spit, a Golden Bell that kept expanding, trying to burst open.

Yet the Blood Tyrant Dragon still struggled, but its life inevitably diminished bit by bit.

At this point, Elder Hai Bao Long was entirely panicked, sweat like beans falling from his forehead.

As time passed by, it was sheer torture for him.

"I surrender, I surrender." When the Blood Tyrant Dragon's life dropped to one-third, Elder Hai Bao Long finally couldn't hold it, shouting his surrender anxiously.

The reason was simple, he could lose the elder position, endure any punishment, even his own death, but the Blood Tyrant Dragon could not be lost.

Because it was the foundation of all his strength.

Hearing the surrender, the vice president sat down on the ground, completely collapsed.

It's over, all over.

Ganshan emerged from the ground, and the Golden Bell shrunk, flying out.

The Blood Tyrant Dragon was thrown out, blood splattering.

Immediately, it roared furiously.

But its body rapidly shrunk, struggling reluctantly, finally being forcibly retracted by Elder Hai Bao Long.

After retraction, Elder Hai Bao Long's level aura began to wilt.

Small Knife guessed his level dropped significantly.

Nothing more to say, the Holy Sanctuary Guild's aggressive invasion failed this time.

The presidents of the Nine Heavens and Four Seas were elated, the contract had taken effect, this Golden Leg was undoubtedly right to clutch onto.

"It's over, all over." The vice president's face was white as a sheet.

This task was hard-won, who'd have thought, who'd have thought, it's a complete trap.

How could a little open beta player be so strong?

What, is the puppet pushed to the forefront by the two large guilds? A scapegoat.

Bullshit?

This person definitely has backing, not a simple background.

"We acknowledge defeat, suffer the consequences, it's our Holy Sanctuary Guild's underestimation of you, however, the fourth match still needs to be fought." The vice president gathered all his strength, shouting loudly.

This instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"The first person in the open beta, the legendary player, truly formidable, consolidate the fourth and fifth matches into one battle, since we came, we don't intend to go back alive." The vice president yelled.

At once, the subordinates behind shouted in unison, full of momentum, full of murderous intent.

Small Knife didn't know why, but.

He still stood up and loudly said: "If you want to fight, I will fight."

Not many words, but full of confidence.

With Small Knife's consent, the final match was changed to a life-and-death struggle, where the losers are those completely wiped out.