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All melee fighters hit by the Bone Dragon’s Dragon Breath were afflicted with an ‘Aging” debuff, their attributes reduced by 30%, and their Vitality Points continually dropping. The debuff lasted for three minutes. At this moment, the Imperial Dragon Demon Lord had already come down from the Bronze Throne and charged at the melee fighters. Three minutes was enough for it to kill all the melee fighters, making the situation chaotic.

At this time, the Tauren Shaman Priest who had accused Song Jian earlier suddenly started chanting loudly, sticking a thick, half-human-height wooden stake into the ground. He bit his tongue, spraying blood onto the stake.

In an instant, the stake began to vibrate, countless green powders fluttered off it, covering a five-meter radius. All NPCs and players who entered the range saw their Vitality Points rapidly increasing.

“Melee fighters retreat, enter the purification totem range!” the Tauren Shaman Priest bellowed.

All melee fighters showed a look of joy and rushed towards the stake, entering the area covered by the green powder.

In an instant, the “Aging” status vanished, replaced with a “10% damage reduction” status.

For a moment, the melee fighters’ confidence surged. As long as they could withstand the BOSS, defeating it was only a matter of time.

Whoosh-

A dark blade aura struck towards everyone. The piercing blade aura seemed to split the space in two, emanating a chilling sound. The Shield Warrior at the front changed his expression as he sensed that this attack was more than ten times more potent than the ones he had endured before.

“Solid as Gold!” The Shield Warrior roared, and a faint golden bell illusion descended from the sky, guarding him firmly in the center.

This was the Shield Warrior’s ultimate skill, reducing 50% damage taken. It was his most potent damage reduction skill, but its cooldown was long, lasting thirty minutes. In most battles, it could only be used once.

Clang-

The blade aura struck the golden bell illusion, producing a deep resounding bell sound, starting with a low hum and becoming more and more piercing. The nearby people’s expressions changed drastically, and they retreated one after another. Many of them began bleeding from their ears, unable to withstand the sonic attack.

With a “bang,” the golden bell illusion was shattered by the blade, and the Shield Warrior NPC spit out a mouthful of blood. The arms holding his shield felt weak and numb. Without his firm will, he might have collapsed on the spot.

Crack-

A crisp cracking sound echoed, and the Shield Warrior’s heart sank. A crack appeared on the surface of the shield he held, and its durability dropped to 12.

“I can’t resist any longer. If I do, it’ll definitely kill me!” The Shield Warrior NPC had a gloomy expression, glancing at his Vitality Points. That attack had dealt more than half of his Vitality Points, even after reducing the damage by 60%.

If he hadn’t used his life-saving ability immediately, he would have been slain instantly.

At this thought, the Shield Warrior felt a chill creeping up his body and slowly backed away. Although the healing from behind constantly boosted his Vitality Points, he dared not continue resisting the boss, letting other melee fighters take the front line.

Song Jian was also continually attacking, but his eyes were constantly scanning the field, watching everyone’s actions.

When he saw the Shield Warrior slowly backing away, his attack hesitated. The skill he intended to use stopped, and he started dealing damage with normal attacks.

Just then, Qian Xiaohao’s Follower felt that the BOSS’S aggro had mostly been attracted to the front-row fighters and gritted his teeth, pulling the trigger towards the BOSS.

In an instant, an eerie chill surged through Song Jian’s heart, giving him the illusion of being stared at by the Death God.

Before he could react, the Imperial Dragon Demon Lord let out a piercing roar. A large, bowl-sized hole appeared on its left shoulder, and countless black miasma poured out from the wound. Its Vitality Points plummeted, dropping by 15%.??????????? ^&

It could be said that the damage from this attack was higher than the damage dealt by others before.

Almost all NPCs and players let out a triumphant cheer, but Song Jian felt a chill in his heart. Such a terrifying attack would likely instakill even him if caught off-guard. More importantly, the Follower’s shot was too fast, giving almost no time to dodge.

“How can there be such a terrifying attack?” Song Jian’s eyebrows furrowed as he couldn’t help but look at the Follower. At this moment, the Follower had a pale face, and only half of his Vitality Points remained. It seemed that unleashing that powerful attack also had a price, and he was unlikely to cause such terrifying damage again in the short term.

“Even with the power of just one strike, it’s still terrifying. If he wants to assassinate someone, there’s likely an 80% chance of success.” Song Jian thought to himself, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at the Follower.

Because of the Sword Finger, he and Qian Xiaohao could never be friends. There was a high possibility that one day the Follower’s shot would be aimed at him. He wondered if he would be able to avoid the fatal blow when that happens.

“It’s best to keep him here forever!” Song Jian’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, but it vanished quickly.

The heavily injured Imperial Dragon Demon Lord glared at the Follower without pursuing, instead turning its head and walking towards the Bronze Throne.

“It’s going to heal its Vitality Points again. Kill it, stop it!” someone shouted.

They had already reduced its Vitality Points by 20%. If they let it recover again, all their efforts would be wasted, and everyone became anxious.

As they glanced at the Bone Dragon next to the Bronze Throne, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy, turning their gazes to the Tauren Shaman Priest.

The Priest sighed and said, “The Purification Totem still has five minutes of cooldown time…”

Upon hearing this, everyone halted their advance, watching the Imperial Dragon Demon Lord sit on the Bronze Throne and slowly recover its Vitality Points.

“You all… will die!” The Imperial Dragon Demon Lord wore a cold smile, its eyes full of murderous intent as it stared at the more than a hundred NPCs and players present, its voice deep and ominous.

Song Jian stared at it for a long time, then looked at the Bone Dragon Illusion, which had only half of its body exposed. He suddenly shouted, “Ranged fighters, focus fire on that Bone Dragon!”