The three remaining Supreme Elders stood shoulder to shoulder in the pouring rain, their breathing heavy as they stared at the approaching faceless nightmare.

The entire battlefield had shrunk to this single pocket of desperate resistance, and the weight of their imminent doom was pressing heavily against their centuries of cultivation.

Killer Moves in this world were not mere spells, they were complex, highly volatile techniques personally crafted by cultivators over decades of trial and error, specifically engineered for the sole purpose of absolute slaughter.

"We have no other choice," the musical path elder repeated, his fingers tightening around his dark wooden violin as his eyes locked onto the advancing white entity.

"If we do not combine our paths now, we die separately."

The other supreme elders nodded.

The ice path elder, the hunched old woman with frosty blue hair, let out a primal, guttural roar that shattered the temperature of the field.

Her body convulsed violently as she channeled every remaining ounce of her Qi into her Strongest blood worm.

Within a fraction of a second, her flesh, bone, and iro -hard muscles began to expand and warp.

Her skin crystallized into jagged, translucent scales of solid glacial ice, and her spine elongated with a series of wet, terrifying snaps.

She was transforming entirely, her mortal frame shifting until she became a massive, towering Frost Dragon.

Simultaneously, the fire path elder, his hair a blazing crown of red plasma, sprinted forward without an ounce of hesitation.

He didn’t flee, instead, he leaped directly into the gaping, razor sharp maw of the newly formed Frost Dragon, positioning his fiery core deep within its throat.

At the exact same time, the musical path elder utilized a brief burst of physical speed to vault upward, landing cleanly on the massive dragon’s head, sitting securely between its sweeping ice horns.

"Hold on!" the musical path elder shouted, his voice amplified by his basic blood worm as the massive dragon beat its heavy wings and launched itself high into the air.

They soared seventeen meters above the ground, hovering directly over the immortal beast like a multi headed god of ruin.

From his perch on the dragon’s head, the musical path elder raised his bow over the strings of his violin.

His expression turned completely frantic as he reached into the deepest, most restricted sector of his spiritual aperture to summon his absolute trump card.

In this world, blood worms consisted of seven distinct ranks that were: Basic, Awakened, Prayer, Ancient, Saint, Mythical, and Divine.

After every breakthrough of a cultivation rank, one could use a higher tier blood worm.

Based upon your rank, the blood worm that is in line with your Cultivation rank works the best.

Like for an ascendant, an Ancient level blood worm will be best.

Right now, The Musical path elder was about to activate an Ancient-level blood worm.

"Awaken!" he screamed, his eyes turning entirely blood-red as he triggered the technique.

"Cry of the Mother!"

The violin didn’t produce music; instead, it unleashed an unimaginable, supernatural shriek that ripped through the fabric of the atmosphere.

The sound wave was so dense it was physically visible, distorting the air like a localized gravity well.

The musical path elder explicitly directed the focused trajectory of the sound downward, targeting the immortal beast while the residual, stray vibrations blasted outward toward the edges of the field.

Even though Evan and Peaker were standing a significant distance away, the sheer, unadulterated pressure of the Ancient-level shriek hit them like a physical wall.

"Ahhhh!" Peaker screamed, dropping to his knees as he clutched his head.

Evan felt his vision instantly fracture into a blur of blinding pain.

The supernatural sound bypassed physical barriers, vibrating his internal organs.

Within seconds, thick crimson blood began to violently ooze and bleed out from Evan and Peaker’s ears, noses, mouths, and eyes.

They were completely paralyzed by the ambient vibration, their bodies rejecting the acoustic trauma.

Meanwhile, right at the epicenter of the attack, the three elders were incredibly close to the immortal beast.

The focused pressure was so immense that even the eyeless, featureless white entity stopped its casual advance, its extraordinarily muscular body tensing as it felt a genuine, undeniable weight pressing against itself.

At that exact same microsecond, deep within the dragon’s icy throat, the fire path elder unleashed his own devastating payload.

"Burn in the abyss!" his voice echoed from the depths of the beast’s maw as he activated his Ancient level Blood Worm: The Flames of Agony.

From the open, frozen mouth of the Frost Dragon, a massive torrent of pitch black, unnatural fire erupted.

’This isn’t normal fire, what in the heavens in that,’ thought Evan.

The black torrent cascaded downward, enveloping the white immortal beast entirely.

The combination of the Ancient shriek and the dark plasma was so potent that the immortal beast actually recoiled a fraction of an inch, its smooth, eyeless head lifting toward the sky as it let out a sharp, modulated shriek of its own, acknowledging a brief flash of pain.

Seeing the creature falter for the first time, the elders pushed past their physical limits.

The fire path elder crawled upward, his upper torso coming outside of the mouth of the dragon only a little bit so he could directly line up his flames with the wind currents.

"Now! Flatten the wings! Deliver the symphony!" the musical elder bellowed, his violin strings snapping one by one.

The massive Frost Dragon maneuvered its weight in mid air, shifting its trajectory until it was standing perfectly vertical in the empty air.

With a deafening roar, the dragon violently clapped its massive glacial wings together directly in front of its chest.

The kinetic impact produced an incredibly fast, cold wind that tore downward toward the earth like a localized hurricane.

But they weren’t just throwing wind. In that exact fraction of a second, the fire elder unleashed the full, unbridled maximum output of his Flames of Agony into the gale, causing the fast wind to carry the black, agonizing plasma along with its trajectory.

Simultaneously, the musical path elder channeled the remaining, devastating vibrations of the Cry of the Mother directly into the center of the burning storm.

Every single element was now perfectly woven together into a single, terrifying vector of absolute annihilation.

The fast wind, the flame of agony, and the soul rending shriek combined into their definitive, personal masterpiece.

This was their killer move: Flames and Symphony of the Frost Dragon.