Jiang Shuiyu received the instructions and activated the "Mist Maze" once again.
The second form of the "Mist Maze" was unleashed, and immediately, thick fog surged within the water, rolling outward in all directions. In an instant, the Forgotten Ones who had leaped into the water to intercept Su Li and his two companions could see nothing. Enveloped by the mist, they felt as if bound by an invisible force, unable to struggle free, and panic seized their hearts.
Following Su Li's command, the Crocodile-Toothed Turtle seized the opportunity to charge beneath the floating island. It swiftly swam past the island and dove toward the other side.
Above the water's surface on the floating island, the Pseudodragon, reeling from the heavy blow to its head, redirected its fury from Su Li and his group to the crowd of Forgotten Ones before it—especially the sniper Fan, who wielded the black crossbow.
With a violent roll in the water, its massive tail, tipped with a fleshy hammer, swept horizontally.
A colossal wave surged across the surface. The gathered Forgotten Ones now sensed danger, but despite the rain of arrows and a barrage of various spirit techniques raining down on it, the Pseudodragon possessed immense strength. Apart from its head—its sole weak point—its entire body was impervious to blades and arrows. The tail swept with such speed that even many ninth- and tenth-level Forgotten Ones couldn't dodge in time.
With a thunderous roar, the serpent's tail, bearing the giant fleshy hammer, slammed heavily onto the floating island.
The rocky ground of the island couldn't withstand the force. With a sharp crack, a massive fissure split open, and over a dozen Forgotten Ones who failed to evade were instantly crushed into pulp.
In a single exchange, more than a dozen Forgotten Ones were killed. Though several hundred Forgotten Ones stood on the island, witnessing this, they were stunned. The sniper holding the black crossbow quickly turned and fled toward the "City of the Forgotten" behind the island.
He was a sniper promoted from a Forgotten Bow Archer, excelling in long-range attacks. Once an enemy closed in, his strength became ineffective, so he needed to widen the distance from this massive serpent.
Enraged, the Pseudodragon's tail carved a massive crack into the floating island. Its gaping maw opened wide as it lunged downward, instantly clamping down on three more Forgotten Ones. Its jaws snapped shut, and they were reduced to bloody mush, utterly powerless, chewed into a mass of flesh and blood before being swallowed.
The Pseudodragon charged fully onto the floating island, unleashing a massacre.
The formation of several hundred Forgotten Ones fell into chaos. None had anticipated the Pseudodragon's ferocity. The combined spirit technique strike from dozens of Forgotten Spirit Masters had only knocked it down without inflicting real harm. This sight sent chills down the spines of many onlookers.
They had hunted powerful monsters together before, but no beast had ever withstood a coordinated strike from dozens of Spirit Masters. After all, dozens of the most potent spirit techniques attacking simultaneously would reduce even a steel-forged monster to dust.
Yet this serpent before them had endured.
Aside from the sniper Fan's strongest strike with the black crossbow, which wounded its head, all other attacks from the Forgotten Ones only caused it pain without injury, fueling its rage further.
As the Pseudodragon stormed onto the island, the hundreds of Forgotten Ones scattered in disarray. Its tail, with the giant fleshy hammer, swept horizontally once more, its speed and power far beyond what any ninth- or even tenth-level Forgotten One could match.
This time, the casualties were even worse. Over twenty Forgotten Ones were caught in the tail's sweep.
Every Forgotten One struck, no matter how strong, instantly exploded into a rain of blood. Faced with absolute power, they couldn't even hope to leave their bodies intact.
By now, Su Li and his two companions had quietly surfaced on the other side of the floating island. As he emerged, he witnessed the Pseudodragon's slaughter on the island.
"What a beast..." Su Li took a deep breath. The Pseudodragon's might far exceeded his imagination.
This group of Forgotten Ones, pitted against the Pseudodragon, crumbled like dry twigs, utterly defenseless. With each sweep of its tail, a cluster of them was sent flying, bursting into pulp. The scene was staggering.
In a short time, at least fifty Forgotten Ones had been killed. The survivors, terrified, began fleeing toward the "City of the Forgotten" on the other side of the island.
Now, no one cared about pursuing or intercepting Su Li and his group. They faced a fully enraged, terrifying serpent and the ever-approaching swarm of snakes.
Su Li took one look and immediately ordered the Crocodile-Toothed Turtle to submerge again, swiftly moving away from the floating island and the "City of the Forgotten."
He understood that the Pseudodragon was completely enraged, its focus fixed on these Forgotten Ones. His next move was to distance himself from the danger zone and observe the battle between the nearly thousand Forgotten Ones and this serpent.
From the current situation, the Pseudodragon held overwhelming dominance, while the Forgotten Ones seemed pitifully weak.
Groups of Forgotten Ones, screaming or roaring in fury, attacked the Pseudodragon while retreating toward the "City of the Forgotten." Though some shouted orders to maintain formation and surround the beast, their resistance was feeble against the thunderous strikes of its tail.
Within the "City of the Forgotten," Forgotten Ones appeared from corridors and windows on every floor. Archers and Spirit Masters with long-range capabilities joined the fray, unleashing a rain of arrows and devastating long-range spirit techniques onto the island.
The Pseudodragon didn't bother dodging these attacks. Like a tank, it plowed through everything, leaving a trail of blood and mangled flesh wherever it went. Especially the Forgotten Warriors without ranged abilities—they were utterly helpless against the serpent, unable to even approach it.
Blood flowed like a river on the floating island. In a short span, at least a hundred Forgotten Ones had died. The survivors either jumped into the water to swim away from the island or fled directly into the "City of the Forgotten."
After slaughtering a hundred Forgotten Ones on the island, the Pseudodragon let out a serpentine roar. Its thirty-meter-long body shot forward, crossing the island in an instant. It raised its massive tail, the fleshy hammer swinging forward.
Behind the floating island stood the towering "City of the Forgotten," from which attacks rained down on the Pseudodragon like a dazzling fireworks display.
But the Pseudodragon's most fearsome trait was its defense—impervious to blades and arrows, with its sole weak point protected by the fleshy fan around its neck.
Not only was its defense astonishing, but it also possessed immense strength and incredible speed. Even the Crocodile-Toothed Turtle, known for its speed, was slightly slower when sprinting at full speed in the water. The tail's attacks were so fast that most Forgotten Ones couldn't dodge—this was the crushing force of absolute power.
As Su Li moved swiftly away, he kept glancing back at the battle on the floating island and the "City of the Forgotten," watching the rampaging Pseudodragon with growing unease.
The speed of the Pseudodragon's tail strikes was such that he would likely need to enter the second form of "Demon Muscle" just to keep up. This meant that the vast majority of Forgotten Ones in this city couldn't match that speed.
With a deafening crash, the Pseudodragon's tail slammed into the building ahead.
The corridor in front shattered, walls cracked, and debris flew everywhere. The entire "City of the Forgotten" shook violently.
The distant swarm of snakes finally reached the floating island, flooding over it and heading toward the "City of the Forgotten."
Though the Forgotten Ones' long-range attacks were ineffective against the Pseudodragon, they easily killed the snakes. A rain of arrows pierced and slew countless serpents.
The Pseudodragon's head lunged forward, its protective fleshy fan opening to reveal its gaping maw.
A row of glass shattered as the Pseudodragon's head, the size of a small car, smashed through the windows and thrust inside. It snatched three Forgotten Ones in its jaws, then pulled back out, its tail sweeping horizontally once more.
With another thunderous crash, windows twisted and broke, corridors collapsed, and the Forgotten Ones gathered there screamed as their flesh flew in all directions.
The Pseudodragon, driven mad, kept swinging its tail, smashing massive cracks into the walls of the "City of the Forgotten." Occasionally, it rammed its head forward, punching giant holes into the building and snatching helpless Forgotten Ones, chewing them until blood dripped from its mouth.
Large chunks of debris fell continuously, and the entire building trembled violently. If this continued, the whole "City of the Forgotten" would soon be destroyed by the Pseudodragon.
Suddenly, a furious roar rang out. From a top-floor window, a figure leaped out—a massive man, nearly two meters tall, gripping a two-meter-long greatsword with both hands. The sword blazed with a white, cloud-like energy as he descended, aiming a slash at the Pseudodragon's raised head.
The power of this strike was immense. Even the Pseudodragon sensed danger and quickly closed its neck fan to protect its head.
The greatsword clashed against the folded fan with a screeching sound. As it slid downward, it scraped across the Pseudodragon's hard scales, sparking and producing a grating noise.
Though the sword couldn't cut through the scales, it left a long white mark—a testament to its terrifying force.
Right behind the two-meter giant with the greatsword, another figure leaped out—a female Forgotten One in her twenties, wearing a translucent ice crown and holding an ice staff.
She gripped the staff with both hands and drove it heavily onto the Pseudodragon's head, protected by the fleshy fan.
A series of cracking sounds followed. Centered on the ice staff, ice rapidly formed on the Pseudodragon's body, spreading from its head downward. In an instant, the thirty-meter-long serpent was frozen solid.
What kind of freezing power was that?
Su Li, who had been moving away, suddenly ordered the Crocodile-Toothed Turtle to stop. He focused intently on the "City of the Forgotten," his eyes widening in astonishment at the scene.
Both the two-meter giant who had leaped down with the greatsword and the ice-crowned woman who had frozen the Pseudodragon in an instant—their skills and power left Su Li deeply impressed.
These two Forgotten Ones were far stronger than the Spirit Swordsman and Holy Archer he had killed the day before.
And besides the giant and the ice-crowned woman, a third figure followed closely, leaping out and descending through the air.
This was a gaunt man, wearing a black breastplate on his upper body and carrying a strange bell in his right hand, surrounded by a swirl of black energy.
When he slammed the bell onto the Pseudodragon, the black energy dispersed like tiny snakes, latching onto the serpent's massive body. It formed black chains that wove into a net, binding the Pseudodragon.
First struck by the greatsword, then frozen, and now bound by black chains, the thirty-meter-long Pseudodragon seemed to lose its strength. Like a collapsing mountain, it crashed heavily to the ground with a thunderous roar.
"Incredible!" Jiang Shuiyu, who had been watching, couldn't help but gasp softly. Seeing these three Forgotten Ones—two men and one woman—bring down the Pseudodragon was a stunning sight.
Cheers of excitement erupted from the Forgotten Ones in the "City of the Forgotten." This scene filled them with encouragement and elation. But the cheers quickly turned to screams of terror, as the fallen Pseudodragon suddenly convulsed violently. First, the ice coating its body shattered, then its tail lifted, snapping the black chains binding it.
The Pseudodragon raised its head once more, its tail with the giant fleshy hammer lashing out like a massive whip, aimed squarely at the three powerful Forgotten Ones.
The two-meter giant, the ice-crowned woman, and the black-armored man immediately leaped aside to dodge. No matter how strong they were, none dared to take a direct hit from the Pseudodragon's tail.
Their speed was remarkable, and they narrowly avoided the attack. The Pseudodragon roared in fury, its neck fan opening to reveal its head as it lunged forward.
This time, they couldn't evade. The ice-crowned woman shouted, raising her ice staff. In the air, a series of massive ice shields rose one after another, forming five layers in an instant to block the charging Pseudodragon.
The Pseudodragon's head slammed into the giant ice shields, producing five sharp cracks in succession as each shield shattered.
Seizing the opportunity, the ice-crowned woman, the two-meter giant, and the black-armored man swiftly retreated back into the building.
The Pseudodragon smashed through all five shields, then swept its tail horizontally, striking the building again. The structure swayed, and the front wall grew increasingly fractured.
"We'll hold it off! Everyone else, retreat immediately!" the two-meter giant bellowed, his voice carrying far.
Hearing this, the Forgotten Ones in the building felt a chill. They understood that the "City of the Forgotten" was lost. Even one of its strongest leaders had given the order to withdraw.
With the giant's roar, the Forgotten Ones inside began evacuating from the other side of the building.
"It's all that damned human's fault! They lured this serpent here!"
Some Forgotten Ones gritted their teeth as they fled, their hatred for Su Li burning deep in their bones.
"This blood debt must be repaid! Those old humans deserve to be torn to pieces, never to be reborn!"
Filled with venomous resentment, the Forgotten Ones fled the "City of the Forgotten." The Pseudodragon's attacks grew even more frenzied.
The ice-crowned woman kept launching long-range strikes from windows and corridors, unable to harm the Pseudodragon but enough to draw its attention.
Their attacks now aimed only to stall the Pseudodragon, keeping it at the "City of the Forgotten" to buy time for the others to escape.
The area around the "City of the Forgotten" was completely surrounded by swarms of snakes. For the fleeing Forgotten Ones to break through the encirclement and escape safely was no easy task.
Su Li watched as the Forgotten Ones began evacuating the "City of the Forgotten," streaming out from the other side of the building, boarding rafts, and fighting off the encroaching snakes. He knew that even if they managed to carve a bloody path out, they would pay a heavy price.
The Pseudodragon kept swinging its tail, pounding the building. With each thunderous crash, more cracks appeared on the outer walls, and large chunks of debris fell.
Though the two-meter giant, the ice-crowned woman, and the black-armored man were formidable, they could only use the building for cover against the rampaging Pseudodragon, occasionally launching long-range attacks to distract it and buy time for the others.
The Pseudodragon, frustrated by its failed attempts to catch the three as they dodged through the building, suddenly climbed up the structure and reached the rooftop.
From the rooftop, it spotted the other side of the building, where groups of Forgotten Ones were boarding rafts, fighting off the surging snakes as they tried to break out.
With a serpentine roar, the Pseudodragon slammed its tail, smashing a massive hole in the rooftop. It leaped into the air, its thirty-meter-long body crashing down with immense force.
Below, screams and cries erupted. Many Forgotten Ones, terrified out of their wits, abandoned their rafts and jumped into the water.
With a thunderous splash, the Pseudodragon crushed countless rafts upon impact. Those who were too slow to dodge were instantly pulverized, their bones and flesh ground to a pulp.
The Pseudodragon's tail then swept horizontally, one after another, Forgotten Ones were struck and exploded into bloody masses.
As the Pseudodragon tore through the gathered Forgotten Ones, the water turned red with blood. Though these Forgotten Ones were strong, they were helpless against the beast.
Seeing no escape, many panicked and fled back into the building, only to draw the Pseudodragon's attacks once more.