In just seven or eight minutes, Castro had eliminated five to six hundred wyverns with overwhelming superiority. Almost every time he dove into the wyvern formation, he left behind massive casualties. The most terrifying part was that Castro’s attacks were unavoidable. Wyverns had a flight speed of around 400 km/h. As a beastman-exclusive aerial unit, they were never known for their speed. In contrast, Castro’s top speed exceeded 1400 km/h, capable of supersonic flight. Add in the sharpness of his blade wings, armor below transcendent grade could be cleaved instantly. Let alone these standard Level 6 or 7 wyverns, or the elite ones at Level 11 or 12. So, as Li De directed Castro to leave, the 4000+ wyverns still blanketing the sky parted like butter meeting a red-hot blade, surging away to either side in a frenzy. Not only did they not dare block the way, they were terrified that this terrifying creature might harvest them on the spot. It was a breathtaking scene, but no wyvern felt ashamed. Fear of death is the instinct of all living things. And the Level 15 beastmen warriors on the ground could only watch helplessly as Castro disappeared from sight, helpless beyond shouting in rage. Ground units will always be powerless against flying enemies, as long as those enemies don’t recklessly come down, there’s nothing the ground can do to stop them. Elsewhere, Witherbone was also using his strong aerial advantage to tangle with the Level 19 Behemoth. Although both were golden-blooded beings, a bone dragon was still a dead dragon. Even at the same level, it couldn’t truly win against a Behemoth with a living body. Let alone when it was a level below. So, while powerful, the Level 18 bone dragon didn’t dare engage the Behemoth in melee. It could only harass the giant beast from above with breath attacks and infuriating speech. But to the Behemoth, the damned undead’s words were ten thousand times more annoying than his breath. “Gagaga, little runt, little Behemoth, wet yourself from Lord Witherbone’s dragon breath, did you? Hahaha! Why not go cry to your mommy for milk??” “The great Lord Witherbone gifts you the strongest Draconic Magic in the world! Hahaha! Why hide behind buildings? The great Lord Witherbone is tricking you, hahaha! Of course, I’m the smartest mage in the world. And you, Behemoth, are the dumbest creature alive. No wonder they say Behemoths have pig brains. No, wait, pigs are smarter than you. Actually, no, you're better than pigs. Feeling proud yet??” This psychological torment, ten thousand times more painful than magic, drove the Level 19 Behemoth into a full-blown frenzy. All it wanted was to tear that damned bone dragon into pieces!! Grabbing huge boulders, it hurled them skyward like a catapult, but most of the time it was wasted effort. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Even when struck, the bone dragon’s powerful body emerged unharmed. “Oh~ My master is calling me. The great Lord Witherbone can’t play with you anymore. Little Behemoth, you really are weak. Today’s combat lesson ends here, do remember Lord Witherbone’s teachings.” With those parting words, and under the stunned gaze of the Behemoth, Witherbone soared a thousand blades into the sky and tore open space, slipping into the dimensional plane. Leaving behind a dumbfounded Level 19 Behemoth staring blankly. Then, the Behemoth went completely insane, destroying every building in sight with a frenzy. Risel City, a metropolis of 500,000, was half-destroyed by Witherbone’s parting words. The Behemoth didn’t calm down until noon the next day. From then on, across the Barren Plains, one could often see a Behemoth ten blades tall scouring the lifeless wilderness for undead to slaughter. Its favorite thing was to tear an undead’s mouth apart piece by piece, then devour their Soul Fire. And there were even reports that it was searching for a certain undead bone dragon, called Witherbone... The air whistled with sharp sound from the high-speed flight, but the Dragonscale Shield blocked it all. Andabella lay in Li De’s arms, staring straight at his handsome face. Sensing something unusual, Li De lowered his head slightly, locking eyes with her silver pupils, his expression slightly awkward. Damn it... how long has it been since a girl lay in my arms ?? Single people really have no human rights. “We’ve left Risel City. The wyverns can’t catch us now. Miss Andabella, we’re safe.” Looking into those dark eyes, Andabella truly felt a sense of safety like never before. Rescued from the encirclement of tens of thousands of beastmen, this heroic act was something every young girl had once dreamed of. But Andabella had long since outgrown dreams. She was the City Lord of Risel City, the head of the Risel family, a Grand Scholar, and a descendant of the Risel royal line. Since taking over management of the city with 500,000 people at the age of 18, the responsibilities on her shoulders had been heavier than anyone could imagine. But at this moment, even this girl who had long stopped believing in fairy tales couldn’t stop the ripples in her heart stirred by the figure who had stood up for her amidst the depths of despair. Outsiders always mock the tales of princes and princesses as cliched, yet those within the story always choose to believe. "Lord Ezreal, thank you." The girl’s soft voice carried an unmistakable frailty, like the final words of an aged elder nearing life’s end. "But… my life is at its end. Using the cloak already consumed all of it." Andabella’s silver eyes gradually dimmed. Seeing these words sounding like a last testament, Li De raised his brows slightly and didn’t respond to Andabella. Instead, he changed the subject. "Roughly how many people from Risel City managed to escape? Scholars, blacksmiths, tailors, teachers, alchemists, apothecaries, do you know where those kinds of skilled individuals fled?" Hearing this unexpected question, Andabella’s dim gaze froze for a moment. After forcing herself to think with what little strength she had left, she answered weakly. "Before the beastmen breached Risel City, we had already prepared contingency plans. Once the city fell, designated soldiers would escort the nobles and those Risel elites you mentioned to safety. They wouldn’t flee directly to Green City. Risel City has a secret base built in the Dwarven Hills. It was established to preserve Risel City’s final strength. With them, even if the city falls, there’s still hope for rebuilding in the future." Li De’s eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this. After the fall of Risel City, he had already sent Craig to investigate the fate of its upper leadership. Apart from a few who had been captured or killed, most had vanished. A simple deduction made it clear, those nobles would never willingly perish with the city. And when nobles fled, they would undoubtedly bring a great number of high-quality talents with them. That was why he asked. Dawn City lacked talent. It wouldn’t miss any opportunity to strengthen itself. Looking at Andabella, whose gaze was dimming again, Li De reluctantly took out a thumb-sized, ten-centimeter-long crystal vial from his system space. The crystal bottle was etched with mysterious runes. Through it, a drifting crimson liquid could be seen inside. When he opened the sealed cap, a faint scent of blood wafted out. Seeing Andabella growing weaker, Li De didn’t hesitate any longer and brought the vial to her lips, speaking with a touch of heartache. "This is the blood of a golden lifeform. It has immense healing properties. I kept it to save my own life. Drink it, and your injuries will ease." I kept it to save my own life. Andabella’s eyes, nearly faded to darkness, sparkled for a fleeting moment before dimming again. "No… I’m already dying. Don’t waste such a precious treasure on me." Li De frowned, clearly annoyed. He supported Andabella in his arms, grabbed her chin, and directly poured the blood from the crystal vial into her mouth. "Stop talking nonsense." Powerless to resist, Andabella could only watch as this domineering figure forcefully fed her the incomparably precious blood. Her emotions grew increasingly complicated. After seeing the now-empty vial, Li De heart-achingly returned it to his system space. That blood had been extracted by little Isha after she learned her blood possessed powerful restorative abilities. She had secretly pricked her own fingers and painfully squeezed out the blood. Because of that, the frail little girl had been bedridden for a week before she could even walk, and her complexion remained pale for an entire month. At the time, Li De had been busy with Dawn City affairs. He only learned about it after shy little Isha handed him the three vials. It broke his heart. He only had three vials in total, this was all of Isha’s sincerity. Unable to resist, Andabella swallowed the blood. Soon after, she felt a warm power spreading from her abdomen. In just a short moment, she could feel something deeply depleted within her body begin to be replenished. Half a sun-hour later, Andabella’s dim eyes gradually regained their luster. When she looked at Li De again, it was as if stars were twinkling in her gaze. Flying a few laps over Risel City in the night sky, Li De finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the golden blood had indeed eased Andabella’s injuries. Otherwise, this would’ve been a huge loss. They spoke at the same time, and after locking eyes, both smiled. "Lord Ezreal, you speak first." Li De didn’t bother being polite. He cleared his throat lightly and gazed gently at the girl in his arms. "Miss Andabella, where are those elites from Risel City now?"