Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1080

Whoosh~~~

A sea of raging fire soared into the sky, threatening to melt the entire firmament and scorch the vibrant, mist-filled forest below.

Before the sea of fire even touched down, the lush trees and vines in the forest began to wither and crack, faint white smoke appearing. After a few breaths, as sparks of fire brewed anew within the smoke, the entire forest engulfed by the sea of fire intertwined and merged with the descending flames.

Everyone on the ground, including the half-elf target coveted by all, was enveloped by the dragon's devastating breath, the dragon seemingly unconcerned about whether its objective would also be destroyed by the attack.

"Ha!"

The Saint-level Monk roared, his fists directly targeting the sea of fire, striking out. Each punch created a spatial tunnel several meters in diameter through the flames. As he unleashed enough punches across a wide enough area, the scene that unfolded was a continuous sea of fire forcibly severed, none able to approach the Monk.

On the other side of the field, the Saint-level cleric, Frank, stood proudly within a protective sphere of golden light amidst the raging fire, completely unharmed and unaffected by the surrounding flames.

Instead, he used the flames' influence on others to his advantage, granting him more room to prepare his next powerful divine spell. As his lips moved, a dense golden halo flickered before him, its form slowly expanding as its light shifted from golden yellow to pure white.

The other combatants, such as the Lizardman demigod and the two teams of Legendary-level experts, could only temporarily evade the dragon breath unleashed by a dragon with Saint-level power, fleeing towards the edge of the sea of fire.

Just as the Monk was displaying his heroic prowess and preparing to face the dragon's next attack, a sound like the clear cry of a phoenix rang out from within the sea of fire. Immediately, darkness descended before his eyes as a black shadow appeared directly above him.

Clang!!

Under the cover of the intense magical fluctuations of the all-consuming flames, Allen, clad in Black Dragon Scale Armor and unafraid of the dragon breath's destructive power, raised the Bone Cleaver high and slashed down mercilessly. With a move capable of splitting the heavens, he struck at the Monk, seemingly the strongest combatant in the field.

Even though he had clearly seen the holy emblem representing the Oak Church embedded in the Monk's chest, he did not consider holding back, preventing his relationship with the Oak Church from deteriorating.

Boom!!!

The aftershock of the first clash between the heavy sword and the opponent's directly striking fist, two absolutely top-tier experts, directly suffocated and annihilated the raging flames that spanned several miles.

The invisible shockwave, carrying a massive amount of energy, turned the space within those several miles into a vacuum in a matter of seconds. With the various natural elements and air expelled, the forest, deprived of combustibles, naturally could no longer burn.

Even the dragon's powerful breath was devoured by the massive, snake-like black spatial rifts created by the battle between the two.

Allen, propelled by the backlash, involuntarily floated three to four meters into the air, while his opponent, the Saint-level Monk, was simply smashed into the ground, only his shoulders and above remaining above the surface.

The ground where the Monk stood was completely wrinkled and distorted, with countless huge ravines crisscrossing and jagged, resembling a major earthquake of magnitude ten or higher. Even now, it trembled incessantly, the tremors lingering for a long time.

Mid-air, Allen twisted his waist and flipped 360 degrees, rotating the heavy sword in his hand before slashing down again.

The Monk on the ground was equally unwilling to be outdone. He pressed down on the torn earth with both hands and shot up from the ground like a radish being pulled out. As he broke free, his right hand had already thrust forward, the pure and condensed gray-white battle aura transforming into a raging flame, adhering to his dark fist.

Dragon Aura!!

Heaven Splitter!!!

The two Saints scattered once again after their collision, but each stopped after retreating only two or three meters thanks to their powerful and unmatched self-control.

Allen's body inverted in the void, his legs bent and extended in the void, and he had already returned to the attack. The heavy sword stabbed straight forward, a killing blow aimed at the Monk, who was not really that far away.

The Monk was not afraid. His left hand used a move to withstand Allen's attack, resisting the power of the instant kill sword technique, and then countered with a high kick, his strong and powerful right calf accurately striking the Bone Cleaver's heavy blade.

Clang!!

The heavy sword flew away, and Allen was about to take advantage of the momentum to retreat and adjust before launching another attack, but the Monk twisted his body and advanced, determined to engage Allen in close combat. His right fist, from the bottom up, delivered an uppercut towards Allen's chest.

Seeing this, Allen released the sword hilt with his left hand, a large palm actively meeting the opponent's heavy fist.

Bang!!

Their fists and palms brushed past each other, and the two figures paused for less than a moment. The Monk then pressed forward again, determined to fight Allen at close range.

Knowing that things were not good, Allen feigned a roar, as if launching a counterattack technique, but in reality, he used the Misty Steps technique to its full extent.

Whoosh!!

The Monk's heavy right fist struck Allen's chest, but shattered Allen's entire body into powder, only hitting Allen's illusion. His real body had already appeared five meters in the air, the Mount Tai-like giant sword again heavily slashing down.

"Well done!"

The more the Monk fought, the more excited he became. After uttering three words, he raised his hands high in a crossed position, while simultaneously bending and extending his legs, actively meeting the attack like a cannonball.

Ding!!!

In the crisp sound of metal, an even more violent shockwave was released, and huge, dark lightning bolts formed a dense web, tearing and cutting the forest, turning it into a living hell.

The demigod-level and lower experts who had been driven to tens of miles in the air had probably never felt so helpless and frustrated as they did now. The only thing they could do was to throw various scrolls, divine spells, and magic towards the center of the battlefield from afar, not to attack the two experts, but to protect the important target at the heart of the battlefield—the half-elf female, Martha, who was already unconscious within various shields.

The battle between another pair of Saint-level experts, not too far away, had now become a supporting act. Although their attacks were equally fierce and intense, and the magical fluctuations and shockwaves they generated made it impossible for others to stand, they paled in comparison to the pair of experts next door.

Even though the Misty Forest itself had some effect of limiting magical fluctuations, it could not stop the spread of such intense magical fluctuations. Soon, the other experts in the forest who had not yet found their target gradually sensed the disturbance here and quickly took action, rushing towards this place.

An even more chaotic situation was about to arrive.