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For the Cursed Dragon, ordinary methods would not suffice, and Sang Qingxiao had thought of this particular method. A person can only survive a few minutes without air, and this way of dying is cleaner and more efficient than most other methods.
The Cursed Dragon had never encountered such a thing before, and because it was silent, as long as the extraction of air was quick enough, it would catch the Cursed Dragon off guard.
There was another reason for choosing this method. Sang Qingxiao's strength was far inferior to that of the Cursed Dragon. The spell required to extract air was simple and only needed to be applied between the ice surface and the obstruction array, specifically targeting the area around the Cursed Dragon's head. The operational space was small, the consumption minimal, yet the lethality could not be underestimated.
Even though she knew this method could not directly take the Cursed Dragon's life, it should still cause some damage. Brain injury? Brain death? Even if it only made it slightly sluggish, that would be beneficial for them.
Gradually, Sang Qingxiao felt increasingly powerless. With only a little Mystical Power left, she decisively stopped and made a gesture to activate her final arrangement. Countless stones quickly gathered here, first crashing into the gap to form towering peaks, while excess stones compressed the Dragon Vein mountain they had traversed.
After completing all this, Sang Qingxiao collapsed to the ground. Old Vine hurriedly caught her, using the energy once contained within her body to nourish her. The rest was up to them.
Using a series of powerful moves that drained all her Mystical Power was unwise. However, special circumstances warranted special treatment. The Cursed Dragon was formidable; if it were not on guard, a sudden strike could land effectively when it took to the air in battle.
It was also because her teammates were reliable that Sang Qingxiao dared to be so bold; after resting for a while, she could fight again.
Li Cu remarked hopefully that when you extracted the air, there had been no movement below; those stones had piled up for quite some time, and everything had been quiet down there—could it be that he was dead or severely injured?
Qi Xiaomian interrupted her optimism. "The dragon's breath is within me; I can vaguely sense its condition. It’s just slightly less active than before."
He was even more enraged than we anticipated; we kept provoking him, making this battle even harder to win.
As soon as Qi Xiaomian finished speaking, the Cursed Dragon indeed moved again. Compared to its previous tail swipes and impacts against the array, this movement directly sent everyone flying. Old Vine's roots were deeply embedded in the ground; he barely managed to pull them back with his vines.
Everyone spat out blood; their ribs cracked, suffering serious internal injuries. Without any Mystical Power for protection, Sang Qingxiao was tightly bound by the vines and ended up being the least injured among them.
The peaks they had painstakingly raised were once again overturned, turning into a cluster of small hills.
The roar echoed once more, a sound laced with undeniable pain.
To avoid being injured again during the confrontation, the group quickly retreated, putting distance between themselves and the battle. From a high mountain in the distance, they watched as the Cursed Dragon struggled for over an hour to free itself.
When it finally broke free, it was also at its most wounded, exhausted, and relaxed state. The group seized this opportunity, working together to activate various means—be it talismans, curses, or lethal weapons—that the Cursed Dragon had previously swallowed.
The Cursed Dragon soared into the air before plummeting down violently, crashing into the ground. A wave of joy surged through the group; their careful planning and preparation over the past few days had not been in vain. With perfect timing and only minor injuries, they managed to inflict a significant amount of damage on the Cursed Dragon before the official battle began.
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