Death Lord

At that moment, Marcus suddenly split into eight, taking positions in all directions as he simultaneously slashed forward.

Eight beams of divine light, each three hundred meters long, rose into the sky and descended like Angel Wings, then exploded at the same time.

Countless feather-shaped holy-white blades flew wildly through the air, covering a space with a radius of three hundred meters.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

In the blink of an eye, nearly half the Water Dragons exploded amid the white wings of light, transforming into torrents that crashed onto the island, gathered into rivers, and flowed out to sea.

The Water Dragons behind them charged forward without the slightest fear.

Angel Descends! He ran a few steps forward.

The Water Dragons charged. Angel Descends! He ran a few more steps.

The Water Dragons charged again.

Angel Descends! He ran a few more steps.

The Water Dragons charged again...

After repeating this more than ten times, the Water Dragons attacking Gult were gone, but Marcus had barely moved any distance.

Marcus tried to leap into the sky, but he was a Legendary, not a Demigod. The Water Dragons bit down on him and dragged him back to the ground, where they smashed him around.

The Red Dragon had attacked at first, but now it had flown back to Medea's feet. While eating dried magical-beast meat, it commented, "Big Sister Medea, your friend is fierce! Introduce me to him! I love fierce dragons! With this helper, I can strut around the Dragon Nation. Tsk tsk, even I couldn't withstand a hundred dragons smashing me around, let alone him. He's only relying on a Semi-Divine Artifact. Without it, he'd already have been smashed thirty thousand meters underground, straight through the seabed of the Whale Kingdom."

Medea gently shook her head, the vigilance in