Before Shi Feng could even collect himself in the bottomless abyss, three pitch-black giant dragons with wingspans of fifty to sixty meters swept their wings and surged toward him in streaks of black light.
Dark Young Dragons. Dragons. High Lord rank. Level 122. HP: 420,000,000.
"Damn it!"
Shi Feng cursed under his breath as he watched the Dark Young Dragons barrel toward him.
Though they were merely Tier 3 young dragons, the Dragon race stood at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm's creature hierarchy. Even a Tier 3 young dragon was incomparable to an ordinary Tier 4 Legendary monster—let alone three of them.
Such power was more than enough to raze Silverwing Town to the ground. It was not something a single Tier 3 player could contend with; even Tier 4 players would have to detour and give them a wide berth.
Here he was, clinging to a sheer cliff face, his body battered by terrifying gravity. Even with the Heavenly Dragon's Power active, his mobility was less than half of normal—facing the Dark Young Dragons head-on was nothing short of suicide.
Without hesitation, Shi Feng drew the second holy sword, Thunder Slayer, from his waist and drove it into the rock face, then began climbing with all his might using both swords.
But the horrific gravitational pull from the abyss made it impossible for him to move any faster no matter how hard he tried.
He had barely covered twenty yards when one of the Dark Young Dragons closed the distance. A massive dragon claw swept down at him in a devastating strike.
The speed was such that dodging was out of the question. The only option was to tank it head-on.
"Get lost!"
In the next instant, Shi Feng swung the Abyssal to meet the descending claw. The terrifying impact tore space itself apart, and the Dark Young Dragon was forced back over ten yards. Its golden dragon eyes stared at the minuscule figure of Shi Feng with sheer disbelief.
As representatives of the Dragon race—the pinnacle of destruction within the Divine Realm—being forced backward by someone of the same tier was something that, by all logic, should have been utterly impossible. Yet it had just happened.
But Shi Feng showed no trace of excitement at having repelled the Dark Young Dragon.
Thanks to the massive strength boost from the Heavenly Dragon's Power and the effects of the Holy Breath of the Heavenly Dragon, he had indeed surpassed the Level 122 Dark Young Dragon in raw strength. But clinging to a cliff wall under crushing gravity, he could do nothing beyond passively blocking the Dark Young Dragon's attacks.
And the Heavenly Dragon's Power's duration was severely limited. Once that buff expired, fending off the Dark Young Dragons would become exponentially harder.
"Roar!"
With an enraged roar from one of the Dark Young Dragons, a second young dragon emerged from the other side and launched an attack at Shi Feng.
Before he could even block a few strikes, the Dark Young Dragon that had been repelled earlier opened its maw wide and unleashed its dragon breath directly at him.
Facing the dragon breath of a true dragon, Shi Feng gritted his teeth and leaped away, abandoning any thought of tanking it.
A Tier 3 dragon breath in the hands of a genuine dragon carried power on par with a peak Tier 4 strike, and it was a wide-area attack at that. No amount of weapon strikes could block it.
He could use a Mana Combat Technique to endure it, but in a space as mana-starved as this, the breath would engulf him long before he finished charging.
Boom!