Rise of the White Dragon-Chapter 451: The Fugitives and the Pursuers: An Inevitable Confrontation?

A few kilometers away from the city that Luan and Nora had left behind, a desolate scene unfolded before them. The area resembled a graveyard of dead trees, a vision of destruction that stretched across the entire horizon like a battle scar on the landscape.

The moment Luan whispered the words "Cursed Apple!" in his mind, a dark transformation occurred. From the ground, trees laden with apples sprouted, each more rotten and toxic than the other. With a supernatural impulse, the apples were ripped from the trees and hurled from the branches toward a colossal blue golem, towering a hundred meters high.

The golem, threatened by the poisoned apples, roared with frightening power. However, the apples did not falter in the face of the roar's sound waves; instead, they gained speed, defying the strength of the blue giant.

"Fool," Luan sneered, and then a series of explosions echoed through the air.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ..."

Simultaneously with the explosions, a toxic green curtain rose. The area around the gigantic golem was shrouded in poisonous fog, completely obscuring the view and adding an air of mystery to the unfolding battle.

"Roar...!"

From within the fog, a furious yet muffled roar reverberated, filling the surroundings with a mysterious intensity.

While flapping her vampiric wings in the air, Nora observed the scene with her shining eyes, witnessing the spectacle unfolding before her. Luan's power was undeniable. She realized that this was just a test, far from reaching the final stage of the technique. It was as if Luan were exploring his own potential, perhaps using this ability for the first time or in rare moments. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Despite the toxic green fog hanging in the air, Nora could see through it as if she possessed X-ray vision. What her eyes captured was the gradual decay of the gigantic blue golem. Even with its robust resistance, in the face of relentless corrosion, signs of wear emerged, resembling the collapse of an imposing mountain before her eyes.

"We haven't reached the end yet," resonated Luan's deep voice through the air, echoing like distant thunder. Floating with majestic dragon wings, spanning almost ten meters, he soared in the sky before spinning like a tornado, transforming into a drill-like form advancing ruthlessly toward the poisonous fog.

Immune to the poison, as he was the creator of this fog, Luan boldly advanced, plunging into the toxic veil. He emerged before the gigantic blue golem, struggling to survive in that corrosive environment. With surprising speed and a green aura that seemed like a manifestation of nature itself, Luan pierced through the massive body of the golem.

On the other side, he held in his palm a kind of blue core, standing still as if it were the size of an apple, the result of his relentless onslaught.

The colossal blue golem turned with difficulty towards Luan, its glazed eyes conveying resignation and reluctance. Roaring softly, it displayed acceptance of its fate. In the next moment, its body could no longer bear the weight, and like a falling tree, it began to topple forward. The descent, though seemingly slow, was incredibly fast due to the density of its heavy body.

"BOOM!"

The moment the blue golem violently collided with the ground, the earth shook, creating a massive crater shaped according to the creature's contours.

Echoes of distant birds and animals resonated once again. The impact was so significant that even the beasts near the Sixth Order, sensitive to the aura of death, retreated in the face of the eerie presence in the air. None dared to venture toward the resulting chaos.

Meanwhile, Nora approached Luan upon realizing that he had dispersed the green fog, especially when he assumed the form of a tornado.

"Good job," she smiled at him.

Luan returned the smile and explained, "With this core, I'll be able to create a dungeon capable of sustaining a small country."

"Mm," Nora nodded, acknowledging the magnitude of Luan's achievement.

As they plundered the spoils of war, the echoes of battle and pursuit, filled with shouts and swift movements, approached the area where they were.

Two distinct groups emerged in the sound landscape: the fugitives and the pursuers. The fugitive contingent consisted of at least five individuals, while the pursuers numbered around thirty, including some on the verge of the Sixth Order.

"Shall we leave?" Nora inquired without going into details.

Luan understood and replied, "No, let's stay and observe."

There was no reason for an immediate escape; he felt that an opportunity presented itself. By staying, they could reap benefits from this situation, as his instincts suggested.

"Okay," Nora agreed. She did not fear Sixth Order cultivators; even if they were Seventh Order, she wouldn't falter. Dealing with them might be troublesome, but it wasn't something that intimidated her.

The two silently observed as the scene unfolded in the distance. The limited number of fugitives ran desperately, anguish evident on their faces, while the pursuers, a much more numerous force, advanced ruthlessly in their direction.

As the chase approached, Luan felt the tense and agitated atmosphere. His instinct told him that by staying there, they could not only witness but also influence the unfolding events favorably.

The fugitives, desperately seeking freedom, ran towards Luan and Nora. Tension escalated as the pursuers closed in, determined to capture their targets.

Nora looked at Luan, seeking his silent guidance. He, in turn, kept his eyes fixed on the scene, ready to act according to his strategic instinct. The air was charged with anticipation as they awaited the unfolding of the pursuit before them.

The fugitives approached rapidly, panting and desperate, while the pursuers, with serious expressions, maintained a steady pace. The atmosphere was electrically charged, indicating that the confrontation was imminent.

"Damn, how did they find us?" shouted one of the fugitives.

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