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nA burly man chopped off the lava giant’s head with his sword and smashed its body into pieces. He eagerly dug out a scorching hot gray heart from its chest.

nBefore the joy on his face could be fully displayed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver-white light rushing toward him from afar.

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nThe man looked over in confusion. When he got closer to the white light, his expression suddenly became unsightly.

n“It’s Archibald!”

nThe others also turned their heads over.

nThe burly man was about to escape when the leading late-stage saint-level powerhouse pulled him back and said in a low voice, “Mullen, there’s no need to be afraid of him. Everyone knows about the ruins. He won’t make things difficult for you. Moreover, we might not be afraid of him.”

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nThe man called Mullen had a hesitant look on his face. He didn’t want to leave the team either. This would greatly increase the danger in the ruins.

nAfter thinking for a moment, he finally chose to stay.

nHe was the man who was chased by Archibald and saved by Joelson.

nThe silvery-white light soon arrived in front of everyone. It was an elegant, silvery-white giant dragon. Next to the giant dragon was Archibald, who had no expression on his face.

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nIn a short while, another seven or eight figures arrived. They were all the elites of the Dragon Blood Clan.

nEveryone could not help but feel nervous.

nArchibald’s gaze swept over the corpse of the lava giant on the ground, then casually swept over everyone.

n“Archibald, why are you wasting your time on these trash? Hurry up and leave!”

nA crisp voice came out of the silver dragon’s mouth. It was filled with thick impatience and undisguised arrogance. It treated Archibald as if he was a servant.

nArchibald did not look angry at all. He nodded and was about to leave.

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nSuddenly.

nArchibald’s gaze stopped.

nIt was locked firmly on a person.

nMullen.

nLarge drops of cold sweat appeared on the latter’s forehead and his face began to look pale.

nArchibald revealed a strange smile on his face and slowly said, “Wait a moment, I need to deal with something first.”

nThe silver dragon snorted coldly and didn’t say anything.

nArchibald’s aura became icy cold and his killing intent gradually surged.

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nMullen, who was under tremendous pressure, finally broke down. He roared and turned around to flee.

nArchibald sneered and didn’t say or do anything.

nHowever, someone from the Dragon Blood Clan behind him quickly rushed out and caught up with Mullen. In just a moment, Mullen became dispirited and was dragged back.

nHe was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

n“Don’t let him die too easily.”

nArchibald spoke calmly, his tone was as relaxed as crushing an ant.

nMullen’s eyes were filled with terror and despair. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Archibald.

nThe other saint-level experts had ugly looks on their faces. The late-stage saint-level expert who had advised Mullen to stay couldn’t help but call out, “Archie.”

nArchibald’s face was ice-cold.

nHe forcibly changed his words. “Milord, let Mullen off this time. We are all saint-level experts.”

n“Alright.”

nArchibald readily agreed.

nBefore the others could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard Archibald say, “Then you will die in his place.”

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nHis ice-cold tone caused the others to shudder. They immediately shut their mouths, no longer speaking.

nA few members of the Dragon Blood Clan walked up and walked towards Mullen coldly.

nMullen was completely in despair. He glared at Archibald with a venomous gaze and shouted loudly, “Archibald, I curse you to die miserably in endless pain!”

nPfft!

nBefore he could finish speaking, a fist had already struck his face and knocked out a large chunk of his teeth.

nArchibald’s expression was extremely cold.

nSeeing Mullen being beaten up by the Dragon Blood Clan’s people, he continuously let out miserable cries.

nThe saint-level powerhouses’ eyes revealed sympathy and dissatisfaction but they didn’t dare to say anything.

nArchibald wanted to beat Mullen to death.

n“What a waste of time.”

nThe silver dragon frowned as he watched this scene, saying, “For an ant.”

nArchibald didn’t seem to hear it, and his eyes became even more brutal.

nJust as Mullen was about to die, the space above them suddenly ruptured.

nA few violent auras rushed in first, mixing into a terrifying power and crashing down.

nEveryone’s faces became ugly and Archibald and the silver dragon’s expressions became very nervous.

nWhat happened?

nUnder dozens of gazes, they only saw a huge red figure charging out from the spatial rift, followed by a similarly tyrannical and terrifying dark golden body and green body.

nDragons?

nEveryone was stunned.

nA huge dragon. And not just one. There were three huge dragons!

nA burly figure sat cross-legged on the back of the dark golden dragon, his expression slightly nervous.

n“It’s the Golden Lion! Oswede!”

nSomeone shouted in a low voice.

nArchibald could not help but frown.

nHe had heard of the Golden Lion’s name before but, when he saw that the other party was only at the late stage of the sage level, he became even more confused.

nHow did he get mixed up with so many terrifying dragons?

nWas he enslaved?

nThe answer was soon revealed.

nArchibald’s eyes widened abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

nIn the spatial rift that was about to close, a hideous and horrifying pale figure swam out.

nThe empty eye sockets were burning with intense soul flames, bringing him endless coldness.

nWhat truly terrified him was the figure standing on the back of the undead dragon.

nSlender, sharp, and domineering, but it also blended with the calm and grace of a mage. As long as anyone saw this person, they would not forget him.

n“Joelson Edward!”

nArchibald gritted his teeth and uttered his name.

nThe crowd was in an uproar.

nIt was Joelson.

nThe number one person under the throne!

nHow did he appear here!

nWhat was going on with these giant dragons?

nThey were all his battle companions?

nEveryone’s brains were not enough. They were all stunned.

nThe moment the dying Mullen saw Joelson appear, his eyes suddenly shone with a bright light. He used his last breath to laugh out loud.

nThe mournful voice was like a crow’s hiss, echoing in the night sky, repeating the curse.

n“Archibald, I’ve said it long ago, your end is coming!”

nAfter saying this, Mullen’s eyes completely dimmed, and he died.

nJoelson stood on Hades’ back and looked over coldly.

nWhen he saw Archibald’s figure, killing intent surged. He narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, “I let you escape last time. It was a huge mistake.”

nAs soon as he said that, Archibald’s expression turned extremely ugly.

nA voice sounded.

n“Archibald, you idiot. I told you not to waste your time on an ant!”

nJoelson looked over coldly. The huge silver dragon was so frightened by his casual glance that it shut its mouth. It took a few steps back and its eyes were somewhat horrified.

nThe reason was that the aura that Joelson brought with him when he broke through space with four saint-level dragons was too horrifying. Anyone who saw it would feel terrified.

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