Jiang Jie retreated swiftly, meeting Nefarian's wrath head-on, and stood thirty meters away, sneering incessantly.
You blinded me!
Nefarian growled, but there was little pain, much despair.
His eyes flowed with jet-black liquid, and his spiritual power enveloped the area for several kilometers around him.
For someone of his caliber, eyes are no longer important.
It doesn't matter that he has no eyes, because his mental power is enough to scan everything around him.
Therefore, being blind did not affect his strength much; on the contrary, it aroused his ferocity.
A spiritual force locked onto Jiang Jie, and then a purple energy transformed into a giant hand that instantly grabbed Jiang Jie Jiang Jie and pulled him in front of Nefarian.
This is the " Death Grip ".
Death Knight aren't the only ones who can use " Death Grip "; it's just a shadow spell that many shadow casters can use, and Nefarian is no exception.
Even Jiang Jie couldn't break free Death Grip the High-tier Legendary Death Grip.
The next moment, he fell into Nefarian's claws.
"You will be Devastation!"
Nefarian tightened his claws and simultaneously lowered his head, breathing fire.
His claws were strong enough to crush the hardest rocks into dust and the finest Arcanite into twisted dough, but they couldn't crush Jiang Jie's Black Tortoise Armor.
The black dragon's attack was accompanied by intense flames, magma fire from deep underground, with a temperature even higher than the red dragon's life fire, enough to melt steel and destroy everything.
However, it could not destroy Jiang Jie's Black Tortoise Armor.
At this level, he was already Invincible until his Chi was exhausted.
The dark dagger slashed across, leaving streaks of blood on Nefarian's claws.
Then the water dragon rolled and spread its claws, allowing Jiang Jie to break free of his restraints and instantly arrive at Nefarian's abdomen, leaving a long, thin scratch beneath him from head to toe.
Slashing through the dragon's scales and skin, drawing blood.
Nefarian growled, unleashing a terrifying mental force that stunned Jiang Jie, rendering him unable to move.
Then, the dragon's might swept across, sending Jiang Jie flying hundreds of meters before he finally regained his footing and recovered from the shock of the dragon's tail, emerging unharmed.
Nefarian still wanted to attack Jiang Jie, but the three stone dragons surrounded him and attacked relentlessly, keeping him busy.
Each stone dragon is equivalent to an ancient dragon, with defensive capabilities no less than those of an ancient black dragon, and even greater agility.
Even with Nefarian's attack power, it would be difficult to defeat them, at least not in the short term.
With these three stone dragons working together, there are probably no more than two hands' worth of dragons in the world that can stand up to them head-on.
Nefarian is one of them, but defeating them is also very difficult.
Time passed second by second, and Nefarian's body was covered with wounds, while Jiang Jie was knocked away countless times without being injured by collateral damage.
Jiang Jie and sighed softly.
Ultimately, it was their soul and spirit that were too weak.
His weakest point is that even High-tier Legendary soul and spirit cannot be forcibly exempted from Nefarian's mental intimidation.
He would have been dead if he hadn't possessed the Black Tortoise Armor.
Unfortunately, the soul is not like anything else; it can only be developed gradually.
Even with his cultivation speed, and even with those two methods of cultivating to Divine Immortal, it would still take him several years to reach the level of Demigod.
It's not that easy.
Time is Jiang Jie's greatest enemy.
What he lacks most is time.
Despite its weaknesses, it is sufficient to deal with Nefarian.
Under Jiang Jie's relentless attacks, Nefarian's wounds multiplied, leaving him no time to use Focusing Iris or mobilize the Ley Line's energy.
More importantly, Xal'atath was also secretly causing trouble.
The black dragon's shadow power comes from the Old Gods, N'Zoth, who blessed Nefarian with such powerful shadow spellcasting abilities. Xal'atath is Old Gods.
Although, only one claw remained, which had been made into a dagger.
But their abilities originate from the same source.
The Blessed One is inevitably inferior to his own kind. Every time the Dark Dagger slices through Nefarian's body, leaving an unhealable wound, it also drains his power—his Shadow energy.
Xal'atath naturally wanted to take this opportunity to strengthen itself, but Jiang Jie didn't care.
Over countless millennia, Xal'atath has accumulated power time and again, but he has also sacrificed it time and again. The power he currently controls is still below the level of High-tier Demigod.
Since it hasn't arrived yet, there's nothing to worry about.
It cannot escape the balance of the Three Talents, nor can it escape the suppression of the Four Symbols.
Then it won't get out of control.
"That dagger... it's that dagger! Nicholas, stop! Do you know what you're doing? You're nurturing a terrifying being! You're unleashing something you can't even imagine! It's the claw of Old Gods!"
Nefarian roared, recognizing the Dark Dagger.
He began to feel fear, but at the same time, an infinite longing arose within him:
If I could obtain this dagger and offer it to my great master, he would surely grant me even greater power, allowing me to surpass my father's level. Perhaps then, I would possess power comparable to my father's...
"I'm sorry, you can't imagine because you weren't born in the Year of the Snake, nor the Year of the Horse, and you've never written anything online."
Jiang Jie remained unmoved and continued his attack, "And I can imagine!"
The attack continued, and Nefarian was no longer able to resist.
Xal'atath had him completely under his thumb.
He couldn't even escape, because he could only fly, not teleport, since Anveena had already prepared a spell—a movable teleportation barrier that sealed off an area within a thousand meters of Jiang Jie.
As long as he remains in this area, Nefarian cannot teleport away.
He lost his chance to escape.
He was about to face death.
There was no suspense whatsoever.
A colossal dragon plummeted from the sky, crashing down and collapsing the small hill.
Jiang Jie landed and took the Focusing Iris from Nefarian's claws.
As expected of the Blue Dragon Artifact, it is simply the most wonderful thing in the world. Jiang Jie even wanted to possess it.
Not only because it can mobilize the Ley Line energy of the entire Azeroth to power the game pod, perhaps obtaining enough energy to teleport itself back to Earth.
Furthermore, this would prevent the Aspect of the Blue from using it to drain the Ley Line energy of Azeroth, thus avoiding incurring the wrath of the masses.
However, he doesn't intend to do that.
Because doing so would be tantamount to going against the entire Blue Dragonflight.
If the Aspect of the Blue were to become enraged, he would not be able to withstand it.
Let's just return it to the weak Blue Dragon.
We'll talk about the rest later.
Nefarian left behind many valuable things.
For example, a ring with a large internal space.
Artifacts of the Focusing Iris caliber cannot be stored in a spatial ring, but other items can.
As the current leader of the Black Dragonflight, Nefarian possesses a vast and high-quality collection.
His collection, his comprehensive collection, is comparable to that of the former Barov Family!
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