The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2019: Postponement

After they killed the divine monster with fierce rage, they flew to the next black ball without stopping.

Through their continuous efforts, the rest of the people were rescued one after another.

At this moment, time is as tight as an arrow shot from a bow, leaving them no chance to breathe.

They spread their wings without hesitation and flew towards their next target as fast as lightning.

The next step is to rush to where the golden-robed elder is.

At this moment, the golden-robed elder was fighting fiercely alone with the huge and ferocious troll.

This battle has been going on for a long time. Both sides are exhausted, but they are still entangled in the battle and it is difficult to determine the winner.

The troll that had been so arrogant before was now in disgrace.

Its body, as huge as a mountain, has now become riddled with holes, which is shocking to the sight.

Wounds of varying depths crisscrossed his body, as if he had been cruelly cut by countless extremely sharp blades.

Especially on its chest, there was a huge and hideous wound as big as its head. It was like a bottomless dark abyss, constantly emitting a creepy breath of death.

The surface of this terrible wound was covered with a layer of dark and slightly dry substance, which looked like a horrible mark left by the ruthless erosion of the venom of a vicious curse, and also seemed to symbolize that the shadow of death was gradually spreading over its body.

Such a scene added a sense of decadence and decay to the already terrifying aura of the trolls.

Looking at the old man in golden robe, the situation is not optimistic either.

Although he still maintained the majestic appearance of a golden giant, his body was also covered with scars.

These scars are some long, some short, some wide, some narrow, and are densely intertwined with each other, looking extremely tragic.

It was obvious that no matter whether it was the troll or the old man in golden robe, the aura of both of them was disordered and shaky, as if they had reached the end of their rope and were at the end of their strength.

At this moment, Matthew and his group came rushing over like a meteor chasing the moon.

The old man in the golden robe saw their figures from afar. The tension on his face, which was originally tense as if water could be squeezed out of it, quickly faded away like the tide, and was replaced by a sense of ease and relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

His mind was as clear as a mirror, because he knew very well that with the arrival of Matthew and others, this thrilling and extremely fierce battle was about to come to an end.

As expected, with the concerted attack of Matthew and his team, the huge, ferocious-looking troll was ultimately unable to withstand such a powerful attack and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

However, what surprised Matthew and the others was that after being successfully killed, the troll suddenly disintegrated without any warning and turned into a pile of densely packed and numerous monster corpses.

The corpses of these monsters were all shriveled, as if all the water and essence had been drained out of their bodies, looking extremely weird and terrifying.

In order to avoid any unexpected situations, Matthew, who was always cautious, acted decisively and led others to take decisive action to burn all the corpses of the monsters in front of them.

Just as the troll was being slain, the rest of the monsters that were still baring their fangs and attacking frantically seemed to suddenly realize that the situation had completely reversed and they no longer had the ability to continue to fight against Matthew and the others.

As a result, this group of monsters, like frightened birds, turned around and fled back into the mysterious black light curtain.

Obviously, they already knew that at this moment, it was impossible to attack Matthew and the others again.

After the monster fled like a gust of wind, Matthew and his companions were unwilling to give up, but they were helpless and could not chase it any further.

The thrilling battle just now had almost exhausted their magic power and their bodies were exhausted, as if every inch of their muscles were protesting.

After a brief reorganization, everyone flew towards the Spirit Island like tired birds returning to their nests.

Along the way, the wind whistled in their ears, but it could not blow away the solemnity in their hearts.

After the old man in white returned, he looked a little tired, but his eyes were still firm.

He simply said a few words of encouragement and comfort, and asked everyone to rest where they were.

The previous brutal battle was like a nightmare, leaving everyone on the island deeply exhausted.

Even those monks who did not go out to meet the enemy consumed a large amount of mana in maintaining the protective magic circle on the island.

Their faces were slightly pale and their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat.

Except for a few monks who needed to continue monitoring the black light curtain, everyone else, including Matthew, sat quietly in the square to rest.

The square was silent, with only the sound of breathing.

Everyone closed their eyes and tried hard to restore their physical strength and magic power.

The black light curtain was like a huge dark cloud covering the sky and the sun, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making them feel extremely heavy and depressed.

As long as this inky black light curtain still hangs high in the sky and refuses to dissipate, everyone present knows that this bloody and cruel battle is still a long way from its true end.

Everyone was silent, quietly gathering their remaining strength, ready to face the next fierce battle that might be about to come.

After the thrilling life-and-death battle just now, both sides were exhausted, but no one dared to slack off.

They knew very well that if they wanted to have a chance of survival in the next battle, they had to recover their exhausted magic power as quickly as possible.

At the same time, the demons must be resting and making strategic deployments in full swing.

After all, in this confrontation, the losses suffered by the demons were far more tragic than theirs.

However, as to when the next demon attack will begin, perhaps only the demons themselves know.

It is impossible for Matthew and the others to know when the demons will make their next move.

The Mangcang tribe also suffered some losses, but fortunately, the cultivation levels of the cultivators here are generally relatively high.

In addition, after Matthew's special training and the initial battle, they all knew how to protect themselves.

However, the old man in the golden robe was seriously injured.

Next, there is no way to continue fighting with them.

Although it is a pity, there is nothing we can do.

The old man in golden robes alone stopped the troll for such a long time. Without him, how could so many other monks have survived.