373 Three Seconds (1/2)

It was followed by the sound of chanting.

At the same time, an intense, golden Sword Aura pierced the horizon.

Dean wouldn't deserve being a Vice Leader if he couldn't guess who it was.

”Dean, you are already wounded, let Sir Delson and I take care of it…” The gold-armored Sword Saint of the Red Dragon Mercenary Group shook his sword, and Sword Aura covered half of the sky. The dazzling Sword Aura even smothered the Wyvern King.

Delson stood not far from them holding a magic staff, a serious expression shrouding his aged face as he cast spells. From the mana fluctuations he emitted, he should be a 3rd Rank Archmage.

He was even a bit stronger than Dean.

Moreover, the golden-armored Red Dragon Sword Saint wasn't weak either.

The combination of a Sword Saint and an Archmage could be considered quite formidable!

”...”

Dean's heart moved. He'd thought that these two guys would turn a blind eye to his situation, but surprisingly, they came to help him. He would have hugged them if it weren't for the fact that the situation was unsuitable for that.

But Dean then thought of something. 'No, that's wrong… The Wyvern King is such a formidable enemy… With their power, these two should have already discovered when it appeared, yet they let me stall for such a long time before appearing… Hmpf, I understand, those two scoundrels saw that the Wyvern King was too formidable and they knew that if it didn't die soon enough, the Temple Knights wouldn't be the only ones to suffer. Their forces would also suffer disastrous losses.

'Fuckers! They are no good!'

Dean did suffer many injuries and his fighting strength had greatly lowered, but he was still a Sword Saint. After retreating, he started massacring the Wyverns.

An amazing flood of spells seemed to drown the Wyvern King. The frightening mana fluctuations spread through every corner of the camp, and the Wyverns on the Wyvern King's sides either scattered away or exploded. On the surface, the two powerhouses were teaming up to fight the Wyvern King and seemed to have the upper hand. But in reality, Delson and the gold-armored Sword Saint had yet to injure the Wyvern King, even when working together.

That magic beast was too fierce.

It was worthy of being a magic beast with a draconic bloodline. After no less than half an hour, the two of them still hadn't managed to properly wound it, yet one was tired, and the other was on the verge of suffering from mana exhaustion.

As the two were in the middle of an intense battle, no one discovered the unremarkable Mage Eye being destroyed due to the fierce mana fluctuations.

”Sir Delson, we can't keep going…” The gold-armored Sword Saint was rousing his protective Aura as far as he could, trying to resist the Wyvern King's offensive while shouting to Delson, ”It's at least level 35! If we fall, not many mercenaries will be able to survive.”

After saying this, the gold-armored Sword Saint didn't wait for Delson's answer before shaking his greatsword, making flames appear on his sword. It looked as if he was holding a fire dragon.

He burst out with his remaining Aura and charged at the Wyvern King...

”...”

Delson chanted some incomprehensible words as he used what little mana he had left. He didn't cower, because he knew that the only reason the gold-armored Sword Saint did what he did was to create an opportunity for him.

Three powerful 7th Tier Spells flew away, aiming at the Wyvern King. In a flash, the surroundings elements rose up to a frightening level, a deep cry echoing above the camp.

”Bang!”

A deep sound echoed...

The gold-armored Sword Saint flew away like a kite, his injuries extremely heavy. He wasn't even able to use Aura to keep aloft, so he crashed onto the floor.

It was followed by the Wyvern King's deafening angry roar.

'Failed…'

Delson paled, feeling very bitter. The Three Great Mercenary Groups rushed to the Tulan Mountain Range in order to gain indescribable fame and prestige, but no one had foreseen such a conclusion.

They encountered such a devastating blow before they could even enter the center of the Tulan Mountain Range.

The Wyvern King was in a very bad situation too. The highly toxic green radiance had disappeared long ago, and one of its wings had just snapped, greatly impairing its speed. There were a few dozen terrifying wounds on its body, and scalding blood was erupting out.

Delson knew that the Wyvern King only had less than 70% of its original strength, but even so, he couldn't do anything about it. Dean was in the best shape, but even if he showed up again to help, he wouldn't be the Wyvern King's opponent. The Expert Swordsmen and High Mages fighting the Wyverns in the sky had no time to look over either.

The situation was terrible!

A sharp sound echoed. The Wyvern King had wisdom comparable to a human, and its anger had reached an extreme as the two mossy green eyes were glaring at Delson. At the same time, an intense mana fluctuation rose up.

Veil of Darkness!

A spell comparable to 7th Tier Spells was released by the Wyvern King, spreading poison all over, and just like a veil, it covered half of the sky.

Screams echoed.