Its enormous, membranous right wing was almost torn off, and a thick hind leg was also ripped apart. Instead of crimson blood, a layer of azure ice crystals appeared at the wound.
The Dragon, having lost one wing, could no longer maintain its balance. Its massive body tumbled and fell through the air.
Is the Dragon's vitality truly this tenacious? Leyton sighed inwardly. A Mystical Reenactment at Sequence 3 level would instantly kill a Seer or a Reader of the same level.
His figure suddenly turned transparent, transforming into countless shimmering starlight points that surged into the sky, then reappeared amidst the scattered starlight.
He raised his right hand, and points of starlight spread out, dispelling all the wind and snow in just a moment.
As the wind and snow dissipated, the light blue starlight gradually took on a faint gold hue, beginning to converge on Leyton's raised right palm, drawing in the surrounding sunlight and rapidly accumulating brilliance.
The formless sunlight gradually solidified, forming a long spear in Leyton's hand that was pure to the extreme, blazing white to the extreme, seemingly composed of pure sunlight. It had repeatedly condensed light and heat to the extreme, making even the sunlight piercing through the clouds dim.
Boom~ Ulyssan struggled to flap his sole remaining wing, but still couldn't change his fate of crashing to the ground.
Its gaze, full of hatred and fury, fixed on the sky, on the figure accumulating brilliance.
As it tilted its head slightly, it opened its exaggerated maw, and continuous ice-blue crystalline streams of light converged.
The next moment, it suddenly froze in place, forgetting what it was supposed to do, forgetting its movements, forgetting how to breathe.
The streams of light converging in Ulyssan's mouth rapidly dissipated as if unsustainable, turning into scattered transparent light blue dots.
Its ice-blue vertical pupils showed a rare confusion, as if it had fallen into a daze. Thoughts constantly surfaced in its mind only to quickly disappear, leaving only some chaotic thoughts adrift.
In the sky, the long spear made of pure sunlight in Leyton's hand had already formed. Without hesitation, he threw the long spear, which turned into a blazing white streak, accurately striking Ulyssan's chest, which was covered in fine, pale white scales.
The blazing white long spear expanded the moment it touched Ulyssan, transforming into a miniature sun that was blazing white to the extreme, scorching hot to the extreme, illuminating everything, and melting everything.
Boom!
A scorching gust of wind instantly swept through the surroundings, causing the surrounding snow to rapidly melt, form water droplets, and turn into Steam.
The somewhat hot wind slapped against the faces of everyone at the cave's edge, and the dazzling light made it difficult for them to open their eyes.
After some time, the surrounding light and heat gradually receded. Spiritual intuition told everyone that the battle there had ended.
The gray-blue giant Groselle quickly strode towards the place where Ulyssan had previously fallen. The snow in that area had disappeared, revealing soft, black earth.
Ulyssan's exaggerated body had vanished, leaving only scattered, crystalline ice-blue glow flowing, spreading, and slowly converging.
"The Northern King was eliminated?" Groselle muttered, a little lost.
Expelling Ulyssan had been his goal ever since he entered this book world. Under the long-term subconscious influence of Groselle's travels, this had almost become his obsession.
Now that Ulyssan had suddenly died like this, the giant felt an emptiness, as if he had lost his purpose in life.
The others, some riding the wind, others running, also quickly arrived at the place where Ulyssan had died.
Under their gaze, points of ice-blue luminescence gradually converged and solidified, transforming into a five or six-meter-tall, deep blue door covered in mysterious patterns. Even Groselle's giant form could pass through it effortlessly.
Leyton looked around, his gaze finally settling on Leonard, and he spoke in a calm voice:
"This is the door to leave the book world."
"Why are you looking at me?"
As soon as Leonard spoke, his body was taken over by Pallez, who looked at Mobet with a somewhat complex expression and said:
"Thousands of years have passed outside. Once you leave this book world, you will instantly age and turn into a handful of dust."
".Why is that?"
"Old man, you must have a way, right? Stealing time and lifespan isn't too difficult for you. Since you're here, you must have a solution, right?"
Mobet froze in place, his expression suddenly heavy, his voice hoarse. He looked at Leonard with an almost pleading gaze.
He could guess that the problem wasn't with him, but with his companions. Together, they would need at least six or seven thousand years of lifespan to offset the long time they had spent in the book world.
Audrey unconsciously moved closer to Fors beside her. She felt her mood suddenly heavy. That Angel, his condition didn't seem too good. He might not be able to bring all his descendants' friends out of the book world. Separation and choices are always painful.
Leonard, controlled by Pallez, said in a calm voice:
"The lifespan I've collected isn't enough to take all of you, especially the elves and giants who entered this book world from the second epoch. Two thousand years of time, even I cannot easily erase."
Mobet stood there in a daze, unsure what expression to show on his face. He turned to look at Siatas.
"Why are you looking at me? Shouldn't you be happy to leave this dreadful place?"
"Have you forgotten? When you first entered this book world, you dreamed of your great-grandfather appearing and taking you out of here. Now, your dream has come True."
Siatas turned her face away, not looking at Mobet's expression. Her tone was as strong as ever, and also a bit irritable.
"I—" Mobet opened his mouth but ultimately couldn't speak.
Pallez seemed to have noticed something, and he snorted coldly, saying without much emotion:
"Think it over and then tell me."
Leyton's gaze darted between Mobet and Siatas for a moment, then he took out a grayish-white scale from his pocket, tossed it in his hand, and said with a light chuckle:
"This door won't disappear for a while. Let's go to the Mind World first. This book will be returned to its True owner later, and there probably won't be another chance to come to this book world."
"Return to its True owner?" Leonard narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice tinged with a hint of question:
"Has that Dragon King returned?"
Leyton didn't answer the question, instead saying:
"They need some time to calm down and think. Let's not disturb them here."
As he spoke, his gaze suddenly became distant, as if searching for something, confirming something.
A moment later, deep blue, almost purple, brilliance swirled in his eyes. He then raised his hand forward, and circles of starlight, like ripples, spread out. A illusory symbol composed of layers of doors then appeared.
Leyton gently rotated his wrist with his forward-pressed right hand. The surrounding starlight suddenly deepened, and the layered, illusory "door" quickly became real.
On the other side of the "door" was a deep, dark sea, where every drop of liquid was like a light and shadow, as if representing a point of consciousness, an imprint.
The "door" to the Mind World quickly formed, and Leyton looked around before being the first to step inside.
The deep, dark seawater beneath his feet had no substance. As Leyton stepped into it, the surroundings suddenly changed, and a spiraling, layered, grayish-white staircase appeared.
This staircase seemed to extend endlessly into the deepest part of the Mind World, with no end in sight.
Behind him, Klein and Audrey, among others, also stepped in one after another.
Audrey's gaze swept around. Her eyes quickly took on a dark gold hue, and her voice was gentle and peaceful, carrying a power that soothed the heart:
"This is the Sea of Collective Subconscious, also known as the Mind World. It has a subtle and mysterious connection with the Spirit World."