Chapter 891: Deep Water Cage
Originally, the combined strength of the three was only at the 7th level of the Legend Rank, not nearly enough to contend with a peak Legend Rank three-headed black dragon. But by joining forces, combining their sinister martial arts, and coordinating with the long-range suppression from the falcon snake and thunder frog, they managed to push back against the suffocating poisonous gas.
The dragon, for the first time, found itself gradually being suppressed, its massive body swaying under the relentless onslaught.
The excitement on Nell’s face was obvious, her red lips curling upward slightly as her eyes glimmered with ambition. Seeing the tide beginning to turn in their favor, she and her companions poured in even more power, their attacks growing fiercer, aiming to cripple or severely wound the dragon in the shortest time possible.
Their movements became sharper, their killing intent stronger, as they sought to end the fight before any interference arrived.
In the depths of her mind, however, one thought rang clear—Kyle. The name alone sent a wave of urgency through her. Kyle, the undisputed number one genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, was rumored to have unmatched combat power even among peak Legend Rank experts. If he arrived now, all of their efforts would be meaningless, and whatever spoils they hoped to gain from the dragon would slip from their hands.
Nell gritted her teeth and barked for even more aggression. The pressure on the dragon doubled, the chaotic clash filling the sky with a terrifying storm of deathly energy, lightning, and poisonous mist.
For a brief moment, it seemed the impossible was happening—the mighty three-headed black dragon was actually being forced onto the defensive.
The yellow-faced young man’s eyes gleamed sharply as he shouted, his voice carrying confidence and urgency, "Junior Sister Nell, I will use the Deep Water Cage to trap this beast. Once it’s restrained, you and Senior Brother Ma attack it with everything you have—don’t hold back!"
"Good!" Nell responded without hesitation, her crimson whip trembling faintly in her grip as her killing intent surged. The long-faced young man, Senior Brother Ma, also gave a curt nod, both of them fully aware that the yellow-faced young man’s technique would take some time to prepare.
They immediately unleashed their top martial arts, their figures blurring as they pressed the attack on the three-headed black dragon, aiming to keep its attention fixed on them and prevent it from interfering with the spell formation.
The yellow-faced young man, meanwhile, retreated ten feet, planting his feet firmly on the ground as his expression turned solemn and focused. His hands came together in a rapid sequence of seals, his fingers weaving intricate patterns at breakneck speed.