The enormous anchor swept past Typhon's side, and he released the chain he had been holding.
It curved around Blue Dragon's body, tracing a perfect arc through the air as it fell.
"Here I come! Here I come! None of you are getting away!"
The anchor Homie laughed excitedly, its gaze fixed on the "puppets" below as it plummeted, its whole body blazing with fire.
Typhon's immense body and the terrifying energy surrounding him had obstructed their view.
Saint Garling and the others had never imagined that such a massive anchor was hidden behind Typhon.
Faced with this, they had no way to intercept it.
The God's Knights member's attack had only just failed, and he could not catch up in time.
Blue Dragon could not move at all.
He was already under immense pressure from supporting Saint Garling against Typhon.
And now Saint Garling was relying entirely on him to hold on.
He was even beginning to buckle.
The difference in strength was simply too great.
Even Saint Garling's sword-wielding arms were trembling.
"Roar!"
Seeing his companion's attack fail, Blue Dragon roared, raised his head, and blasted Typhon with a terrifying breath of lightning.
The powerful impact relieved much of the pressure on Saint Garling.
Yet Typhon's body did not waver.
His body had long since evolved astonishing resistance to lightning.
Aside from the possible effect of its impact, Blue Dragon's breath could not harm him at all.
But the God's Knights member still refused to give up.
This time, he shifted his target to Typhon's vulnerable eyes.
However, Typhon was already growing impatient.
His waist suddenly split open, and writhing flesh formed a huge hand that seized the man.
The man was completely unprepared.
At the same time, Typhon's abdomen split open as well, forming a hideous maw.