Facing this incredibly powerful strike, Ethan did not dodge or evade, remaining completely motionless.
A trace of doubt flashed in Boulder's eyes, and then he suddenly remembered Ethan's self-detonation at Horn Mountain.
Back then, Ethan...
At this thought, Boulder suddenly snapped to attention, growing highly alert.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The sandy seabed suddenly split open.
Fissures spread out in all directions from beneath Boulder's feet, and countless seagrass vines shot out from deep within the cracks.
This seagrass was thicker, longer, and denser than before, each vine several meters thick. Their surfaces no longer glowed with emerald-green light; instead, they took on a dark green, almost metallic sheen.
The moment the seagrass burst through the sand, the vines began to entangle.
Thousands of seagrass vines twisted into a single cord, then split into dozens of strands, each spinning at high speed.
The dark green light on the surface of the seagrass stretched into spiral trails of light as they spun. The light grew brighter and brighter, and the rotation speed increased.
The sand on the seabed was swept up by the spinning seagrass, forming a circular sandstorm around them.
Dozens of seagrass drills at the center of the sandstorm aimed simultaneously at Boulder's abdomen.
Boulder's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
He wanted to dodge.
His dragon tail slammed against the seabed, and his massive dragon body shifted sideways.
But his body was simply too large.
An eight-hundred-meter-long dragon body turning in the water, no matter how fast, could never outpace the seagrass shooting out from right beneath his feet.
The drills tore through the seawater, leaving a white vacuum wake in their path.
The seawater at the edges of the wake surged outward, forming a circular shockwave.
Before Boulder's dragon body could fully move aside, the drills arrived.
The drills slammed into the scale armor on his abdomen.
The deep blue scale armor exploded upon contact.
Fragments of scales shot outward, exposing the grayish-white flesh beneath.
The tips of the drills pierced the flesh. The spinning seagrass fibers acted like countless high-speed saws, grinding the flesh to pieces layer by layer.
Deep blue blood gushed from the wound.
The blood diffused through the seawater, dyeing the surrounding sea for hundreds of meters in deep blue.
The drills dug deeper.
The abdominal muscles were torn apart, his internal organs were shredded, and his bones were ground to powder.
The drills pierced right through Boulder's abdomen and emerged from his back, dragging out a massive spray of deep blue blood and organ fragments.
Boulder's dragon body convulsed violently.
His dragon mouth opened to its limit, and a silent roar exploded from the depths of his throat.
The sound waves propagated through the seawater, shattering all the surrounding coral fragments into powder.
This single strike had dealt a devastating blow.
He lowered his dragon head, his vertical pupils staring intently at the tiny figure standing on the sandy seabed.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But even more seagrass shot out simultaneously from beneath, beside, and behind Boulder.
The seagrass wrapped around his dragon tail, and dozens of vines twisted around his caudal fin, pinning it firmly to the sandy seabed.
Seagrass coiled around his hind legs. His dragon claws tried to tear them away, but as soon as he ripped a few apart, even more seagrass rushed in to replace them.
Seagrass wrapped around his abdomen, burrowing into the wound and growing frantically inside his abdominal cavity.
Boulder struggled to lift his head.
His dragon mouth opened, and aqua-blue energy began to condense deep in his throat.
But the seagrass had already coiled around his neck.
Dozens of seagrass vines lashed out from the sides, wrapping around his dragon neck and tightening, forcing his mouth shut.
The sphere of energy that had not yet been released exploded inside his mouth, sending fragments of dragon teeth flying from the corners of his lips.
Even more seagrass surged from all directions.
It bound his front legs, wrapped around his torso, coiled over his dorsal fin, and ensnared the now-dimmed young horns on his forehead.
The eight-hundred-meter-long Sea Dragon was pinned helplessly to the sandy seabed.
The seagrass wrapped around him in layer upon layer, from outside to inside, from top to bottom, leaving not a single inch of his dragon body uncovered.
The seagrass beneath Ethan's feet bore him upward as he slowly rose.
He ascended to a height level with Boulder's dragon head, looking down from above at the vertical pupils that were squeezed almost shut by the tight seagrass.
Boulder's vertical pupils surged with furious rage.
Beneath the rage was humiliation.
And beneath the humiliation was a madness bordering on complete collapse.
He, a Second-Tier Sea Dragon, had been beaten to this state by a First-Tier Wizard, and was now being looked down upon by his opponent as if he were merely a trophy.
“Woo...”
A muffled sound squeezed out from Boulder's throat.
The sound was barely audible under the constriction of the seagrass, but the rage in his vertical pupils grew even more intense.
Then, the rage turned into madness.
Boulder's dragon mouth suddenly snapped open.
The seagrass bound his upper and lower jaws, attempting to force his mouth shut again, but this time, Boulder ignored it entirely.
The corners of his mouth tore, his scales burst open, and deep blue blood welled from his torn lips.
The seagrass dug into the tears at the corners of his mouth, but he forcibly snapped them apart.
His dragon mouth opened just a crack.
A pale gold light flew out of his mouth.
It was a piece of a finger bone.
It was only three inches long, entirely dark gold.
There were no runic patterns on its surface, nor any energy halos. It looked like an ordinary piece of withered bone that had been weathered for countless years.
Yet the moment Ethan's gaze fell upon the finger bone, his pupils contracted sharply.
An indescribable sense of oppression emanated from it.
This pressure was not physical or elemental; it was something far deeper, pressing directly upon the soul.
It was as if a pair of eyes had opened deep within the finger bone, piercing through his flesh, his mental sea, and his soul, seeing through all of his secrets.
At that moment, Ethan's Combat Instinct went haywire.
Every cell in his body screamed of danger, and warning bells rang frantically in his mind.
The pressure from the finger bone weighed down on him like a massive mountain, stiffening his muscles, stalling his mana, and freezing his mental power.
The last remnants of madness burned within Boulder's vertical pupils.
“Roar! Die! Let's die together!!!”
His dragon body began to burn.
Deep blue flames erupted from the cracks in his scales, welled from his wounds, and spewed from his mouth, eyes, and ears.
The flames had no heat, yet they burned just the same in the water, boiling the surrounding sea.
The young horns on both sides of his forehead melted in the fire, the pale gold light on them flickering one last time before going completely dark.
His flesh withered in the flames.
His scales lost their luster and peeled off piece by piece.
His muscles shriveled, and his skin clung tightly to his bones.
It was not just his dragon body that was burning.
It was his life.
It was his longevity.
Everything.
All the essential energy generated by the combustion converged toward that piece of finger bone.
The dark gold surface of the finger bone began to glow, the light growing brighter and increasingly blinding.
Dense patterns emerged from within the bone, incredibly intricate. Every single line vibrated at high speed, and with each tremor, a visible ripple of dark gold expanded outward.
The finger bone pointed directly at Ethan.
Ethan stood in place, making no move.
After all, no matter what this attack was, to Ethan, who possessed resurrection methods, it was as insignificant as a gentle breeze or a trickling stream.
Dodge?
Like hell he would!
With such a perfect opportunity to face this great terror head-on, he was naturally going to experience it for himself.
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