Chapter 192: Yaya's Might!
Whoosh!
The Breath of Time struck directly at the still-active Heavenly Water Curtain.
This powerful high-level protection spell shattered instantly.
Nothing can resist the erosion of time!
Boom!
Yaya crashed heavily onto the ground. Luckily, it was a swamp, and the soft earth cushioned her fall, preventing injury upon landing.
However, the excited soldiers quickly surrounded her—no one could resist the temptation to become a dragon slayer!
Arrows rained down, clinking off Yaya's silver scales.
The silver scales only sparked as the arrows bounced off.
Yaya spread her wings to shield Matthew on her back.
Her tail swung skillfully, propelling her forward in a powerful leap.
She grabbed the immobilized Matthew with one claw and charged into the soldiers' encirclement.
Ordinary weapons had no effect on Yaya. She swung her head, ruthlessly knocking away the soldiers in her path.
A casual swipe of her claw ripped apart the soldiers that dared to approach, their blood splattering on her scales but sliding right off.
Yaya moved quickly, her physical strength far exceeding Kaman's expectations.
Even under the pressure of the gravitational spell, she was still too fast for the ordinary soldiers to keep up.
As she was about to break free from the encirclement, a dark beam of light shot down toward her.
Yaya tried her best to dodge but was hindered by several fearless soldiers, unable to completely evade the beam.
Sixth-level spell—Shadow Curse!
It weakened her strength and constitution by 3 points and reduced her magic resistance by 5 points!
Yaya's resistance was strong, so even the sixth-level spell didn't fully affect her.
Though she felt heavier, it didn't burden her too much.
She crashed into two strong soldiers, preparing to sprint across the swampy ground.
She knew that the muddy swamp would affect the ordinary soldiers much more than her.
Without their help, even if those high-level professionals pursued her, she was confident she could either escape or fight back.
Meanwhile, Yaya also realized the inconvenience and danger of ground combat.
She made a mental note to avoid such situations in the future.
As Yaya neared escape, Tres, growing increasingly anxious, decided he couldn't wait any longer.
He ripped open a Water Walking scroll, casting its effect over all the cavalry, then drew his sword and shouted passionately:
"Dragon slaying!"
The other knights were equally excited, charging forward with Tres's rallying cry.
Sensing the movement, Yaya tore through the soldiers surrounding her and bolted toward freedom.
Sighing, Kaman reluctantly raised his staff.
The fist-sized gemstone on it shattered into tiny fragments.
The glittering shards transformed into specks of light, carried by a swirling gust of wind that enveloped Yaya as she tried to flee.
Whoosh!
A dense flurry of ice crystals formed a blizzard, falling upon Yaya.
Seventh-level spell—Blizzard!
To protect Matthew, Yaya covered him with her body, while the sharp ice spikes pelted her back with a "ping-pang" sound.
Small scars appeared across her scales, the cold gradually enveloping her.
The biting pain constantly tested Yaya's will.
She struggled to move forward, but she couldn't escape the blizzard's reach, her movements slowing.
Kaman's spell was vicious, targeting not only Yaya but also the soldiers around her.
Ordinary soldiers could not withstand the impact of such a high-level spell.
They were instantly frozen into statues, then shattered into pieces.
The surrounding soldiers' faces turned pale as they hurriedly retreated.
Only when Tres and his cavalry charged toward Yaya did the blizzard finally cease.
By this time, Yaya was covered in wounds, her back riddled with ice spikes, revealing deep gashes.
Excited, Tres raised his lance, preparing to pierce the dragon lying on the ground.
The tip of his lance gleamed with a faint blue venomous glow.
"Kill this dragon and bring it back to the family. Maybe then I can break through to the extraordinary level!"
Just as the deadly lance was about to strike Yaya, a pair of dark eyes peeked out from under her wings, spotting their approach.
A spinning fireball silently formed between Tres and Yaya, much to his horror.
Boom!
The terrifying flames of destruction rapidly spread in all directions.
Tres roared in rage.
His entire body erupted with blood-red battle energy, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward, thrusting his lance into the expanding flames.
The scorching winds, filled with fiery serpents, lashed out in every direction.
Breathing heavily, Tres rose to his feet.
His once gleaming armor was now charred with blackened scorch marks.
His fellow knights were not so lucky.
The tightly packed cavalry, unable to escape, were ravaged by the flames.
Over a dozen cavalrymen were consumed by the terrifying inferno, reduced to charred corpses or severely injured.
More than twenty others, gravely wounded, struggled to stand.
The specially trained horses that had withstood the pressure of the dragon's might were now panicked by the flames, fleeing in all directions.
Before Tres could react, another blazing fireball hurtled toward the gap created in the cavalry ranks.
A deadly sense of crisis washed over him, and with wide eyes, he screamed:
"Scatter...!"
Boom!
The wild flames wreaked havoc once again.
Fireball after fireball flew out, wreaking havoc on the unprepared cavalry, causing chaos.
Ironically, Yaya, who was closest to the fireballs, easily withstood the blasts, the heat even dispelling the cold in her back.
"It's over..."
As physical and mental pain overwhelmed him, Tres felt his head spinning.
These cavalry were not only his pride but also one of the Carlisle family's most valuable assets.
Each qualified knight required at least five years of training.
And only one out of every five knights would become an elite!
Each batch of fine horses cost over 20 gold coins just for purchase, feeding, and training!
Knowing that the situation was dire, Tres ignored the plight of his cavalry, mustering all his strength to charge at Yaya.
If he could kill this dragon,
Everything would still be worth it!
But just as he neared the seemingly weakened Yaya, she suddenly sprang up, headbutting Tres squarely in the chest.
Crack!