Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

As the battle dragged on in a tense stalemate, Cicero finally shifted his focus—his attacks now zeroing in on the Dungeon Lords themselves.

"Vmmm!"

In a sudden flash, Cicero, now fully unleashing the power of the Sacred Realm, vanished from where he stood. A heartbeat later, he reappeared in the sky—right in front of a Venomspike Manticore Hero who had been about to strike Seraphina.

"Huh?"

The Manticore froze, caught completely off guard.

Before he could even process what was happening, Cicero was already charging straight at him. Instinct kicked in, and the Manticore lashed out with a swipe of his razor-sharp foreclaws, aiming to tear Cicero apart—

"Squelch!!"

But he never saw it coming. One of Cicero’s weapons pierced clean through his foreleg, blood gushing out in a violent spray as the blade lodged deep into his flesh.

Then, with a shudder that rippled through his massive green-scaled body, Cicero opened his jaws and unleashed a devastating blast of Venomous Dragon Breath right into the Manticore’s face.

"BOOOOOOMMMMMM—"

The Venomspike Manticore had already been badly wounded. That point-blank blast was the final nail in the coffin. In a split second, his body was torn apart by the sheer force of the attack, his death as brutal as it was immediate.