Taufman sensed a sudden, drastic change in the emotions of the colossal beast beneath him, which he had originally soothed. Its head began shaking rapidly, and even hotter breath blasted from its mouth and nostrils, sweeping toward the top of its head. The surrounding blood mist began drawing back, and its whiskers lashed upward as it tried at all costs to eliminate the threat on its head.
"Is the formation ready yet?!" Taufman shouted to Qimar.
"Not yet!"
Qimar shouted back. The Basic Formation had been laid out, but the materials that amplified its effects had not all been embedded yet. This would greatly affect its destructive power once activated.
"There's no time! Start it!"
Taufman raised a barrier of light around himself, grabbed Elder Qimal by the shoulder, and dragged him off Duolons's head.
If they stayed any longer, it would no longer be a question of the explosion being weaker than expected. Even the formation they had laid would be destroyed, because he alone could not possibly withstand the nearly crazed Duolons.
As Taufman dragged Elder Qimar backward through the air, Qimar immediately activated the formation.
In an instant,
a fierce beam of red light erupted from the top of Duolons's head!
Boom!
Taufman and Qimar, who had not managed to reach a safe enough distance, were blasted away by the explosion. As they fell, Taufman gritted his teeth and unleashed the power of the Dark Moon. A red glow appeared behind him, pulling him upward along with Elder Qimar. In the end, he deliberately made his own back hit the ground first.
Thud!
Both men tumbled after hitting the ground.
Taufman was covered in blood, with no telling how many bones broken. Qimar's injuries were lighter, but as he gasped for breath, he could not help looking