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Although Chen Xuanfeng was formidable, without employing his blade-duet techniques or the Sword Saint's domain, his effectiveness in mass slaughter still fell short of a true Sword Saint. Thus, amid the enemy's relentless, suicidal assault, his advance was ultimately halted—though at the cost of thousands of fortress defenders' lives.

The warriors, throwing themselves into the attack with no regard for survival, failed to notice that the endless disintegration rays from the sky had completely ceased. None looked up, or they would have seen that at the center of the pentagram emitting those rays, an azure energy sphere larger than a dragon had coalesced, its sinister radiance pulsing with ominous power.

Just as Chen Xuanfeng came to a complete standstill, this colossal destructive sphere reached its peak. Amid a unified roar from the dragons, it came crashing down upon the werewolf.

"Turn to ashes, filthy beastkin—!" The dragons' furious cry echoed as they unleashed "Absolute Annihilation Cannon," the ultimate killing move of the "Reverse Scale Curse." Condensing millions of disintegration rays, its kill probability approached 100%. Countless powerful beings had fallen to this technique during the ancient war of the four races—it was nearly an inescapable death sentence.

Yet, beneath the descending light, a mocking smile flickered across Chen Xuanfeng's face. *Hmph, as expected. After hundreds of millennia, the dragons have made zero progress in coordinated combat. To still rely on a technique thoroughly dissected in ancient texts as their trump card—no wonder they're destined to be obsolete!*

Having anticipated and even deliberately maneuvered the dragons into this position, Chen Xuanfeng naturally had no intention of enduring the attack firsthand. Almost simultaneously, he unleashed his own prepared countermeasure.

Water Forbidden Spell Mark—Barrier of Prismatic Bubbles

The forbidden spell mark crystals—these law-breaking magical creations were far more than mere keys to unleash forbidden spells. They were themselves transcendental arcane implements. Since seizing them, Fontainebleau had never ceased researching their potential, and now, the fruits of that labor were revealed.

With only amateur-level dark magic skills, Chen Xuanfeng couldn’t personally wield this relic of the Twelve Sages. But long before his departure, the King of the Undead and Jin Luosha had embedded alchemy-activated mechanisms into the crystal, set to trigger passively once he released the corresponding mana valve.

For instance, this "Barrier of Prismatic Bubbles," capable of refracting all light-based magic.

Countless prismatic bubbles instantly formed a hemispherical shield above Chen Xuanfeng, just as the disintegration sphere crashed down. The collision perfectly illustrated the principle of elemental counterplay in magic: a force composed of "light" meeting "water," which could distort light, resulted in—

Chaotic omnidirectional scatter.

The sphere, woven from millions of disintegration rays, was effortlessly shattered back into individual beams. Radiating outward in all directions from Chen Xuanfeng’s position, they swept across the fortress core in overlapping waves.

Disintegrate. Disintegrate. Disintegrate. Disintegrate. Disintegrate. Disintegrate—

In an instant, the fortress defenders, clustered together for their human-wave tactics, were effortlessly vaporized. Layer upon layer of defensive walls, towering pillars, and mana-infused altars crumbled under the endless barrage, collapsing in deafening ruin. Before long, the massive fortress, centuries-fortified by Sacred Dragon Mountain, was reduced to rubble—thanks to the dragons' recklessness and the werewolf’s cunning.

"KEKEKE! Brainless reptiles! What else have you got? Bring it on—!"

The triumphant silver-haired werewolf jeered at the sky, but the dragons had no retort left. Three of their younger brethren had perished from magical backlash during that final strike. Now, how could they possibly contend with this treacherous yet formidable foe?

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PS: *Kekeke, never expected Brother Yuechen to dive into the "Infinite Flow" genre too—truly a kindred spirit! Guan Canghai’s next planned book is also Infinite Flow, though it’ll have to wait until this one is fully completed, likely next year.*

*As for novels, the subject matter hardly matters. What captivates readers is always the author’s inspiration and wisdom woven within. So as long as Brother Yuechen keeps writing, I’ll follow whatever he creates.*

Heroic Werewolf Scroll - Chapter 93: Crystal Palace, Shared Ruin

In Chen Xuanfeng’s past life, there was a saying: *"A cornered dog will leap over a wall, a desperate rabbit will bite."* It proved that even the meekest weaklings, when pushed to despair, could erupt with astonishing fighting spirit. So then, what kind of power might inherently savage beasts unleash when driven to the brink?

Take, for example, dragons.

"What a disappointing answer. Flaunting your might daily, dismissing foes as 'vermin,' basking in the world’s most potent bloodline and longest lifespans—yet when faced with a true adversary, you dragons still choose to flee in panic?" The silver-haired werewolf sneered, watching the distant specks of fleeing dragons.

Chen Xuanfeng had long known that to truly destroy Sacred Dragon Mountain—the symbol of human-dragon co-rule over the continent—required more than physical annihilation. The will to resist had to be shattered, ensuring neither race would ever muster the enthusiasm to rebuild. Otherwise, once their tribal resistance was ignited, the combined resources of humans and dragons would allow Sacred Dragon Mountain to rise again, no matter how many times he tore it down. Thus, provoking the dragons’ fury and leveraging their might to obliterate the Amethyst Bastion was the linchpin of Chen Xuanfeng’s assault. Though the dragons had fallen for his scheme, it was undeniable that had they not willingly sacrificed the human defenders, they would never have unleashed their strongest magic at the fortress’s heart. In other words, this cataclysm wouldn’t unite the wounded races against a common foe—instead, it would sow distrust, leaving both sides mutually resentful.