The raging wind and waves continued, dancing on the sea and in the sky, with splashing waves, strong winds, blood, and white mist everywhere.
In the sky, the once powerful and unruly Cloud-Splitting Beast was now covered in wounds, with blood oozing from its cheeks and the bone spikes on its back shattered and broken. The violent struggle that had shaken the heavens and the earth before had now become extremely weak.
Miserable roars occasionally emanated from its body, and the fins on both sides and the tail slowly drooped.
Although it cannot speak human language, it has its own wisdom and knows that the tiny life below is the powerful existence that is holding it back, so it keeps making begging calls for mercy in the hope of surviving.
After the Cloud-Splitting Beast stopped struggling, Loran Hill also slightly relaxed his grip on the air currents in the sky, giving the creature a chance to breathe.
Putting down his slightly sore arm, Loran Hill tapped the air lightly and flew up again.
Tiny air currents constantly surround the body, drying the water droplets on the skin and clothes, bringing bursts of freshness.
When she rose to the same height as the Cloud-Splitting Beast, she slowly stopped, and finally her footsteps landed on the single horn on the Cloud-Splitting Beast's forehead.
From a distance, the horn looked incredibly thick and imposing. As we got closer, we discovered its grayish-white texture, like some ancient rock, with tiny pits and traces of wind erosion. Even the tip was over fifty meters thick, more than enough to build a house on.
After walking a few steps, Loran Hill leaned down and placed his hand on the grayish-white surface of the horn, and ripples continued to spread inward.
She began to communicate with the monster.
This feeling is very strange or special.
In the sea of consciousness, Loran Hill seemed to see a gray soul as big as a mountain. She could feel the other party's strength and size, while she was just a small dot.
But this does not mean fear. On the contrary, Loran Hill had a sudden realization that as long as he wanted to, it would be very easy to penetrate and crush the opponent's soul.
Afterwards, the two consciousnesses slowly approached each other, and Loran Hill's perception of the other party became clearer and clearer. She could even know the other party's general emotions and thoughts at the moment.
Fear, panic, dread, regret, all kinds of emotions filled the big guy's consciousness at this moment, so much so that when Loran Hill approached it, he felt a little scared unconsciously.
Is it that scary? Actually, I won’t kill you. I just want to ask where those elves who were in trouble before are.
Loran Hill blinked, and finally stretched out his hand to calm the restless soul consciousness. The other party slowly calmed down and dared not move.
"Where are those elves that were devoured before? Are there any alive?" She conveyed her inquiry.
Then a vague response came back, along with some vague images, which was the scene of the Elf Sage fighting with it a few days ago.
It can be seen that these three elven sages are all very powerful figures. Although they have not yet reached Sequence 9, their wisdom and cooperation can be said to be seamless. It seems that they have been preparing for this for a long time.
Unfortunately, even the best preparations have their limits. If it were an ordinary Sequence 9 monster, it might have been easily defeated. It’s just that this Cloud Rift Beast is too special.
The scenes in the image kept changing, and finally Loran Hill roughly knew the whereabouts of these people.
Some of them were indeed killed in the battle, but many were caught in the turbulence of space and lost in the cracks of the subspace. Finally, some of them were in the belly of this Cloud-Splitting Beast.
"Vomiting what's in your stomach." Loran Hill knocked on the soul of the big guy, causing him to tremble.
Soon, accompanied by a long cry of grievance, the giant Cloud-Splitting Beast opened its jaws, and countless sea water, debris, fish, clouds, etc. poured out from it, like the Milky Way flowing back.
When these things fell, cyclones continued to roll, separating the water droplets and filtering out the objects or living things in them. At this time, unconscious or weak elves were also revealed.
As long as they are still alive, Loranhill breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at these elves.
Fortunately, I came early and it didn't have time to digest it. In addition, due to the intervention of the two elven sages, this Cloud-Splitting Beast had no time to take care of these small characters, which allowed these elves to survive.
Gentle air currents formed spheres, enveloping these elves in urgent need of treatment and slowly landing on the sea surface. Then, faint blue light spots fell from the sky, healing their wounds and temporarily suppressing them to prevent them from getting worse.
After simply dealing with these elves, Loranhill asked again about the whereabouts of the two sages, and some other vague images came over.
Trapped in the turbulence of the warp?
After losing contact with consciousness, Loran Hill slowly opened his eyes and stood up again.
This is a bit troublesome. If I use the power of the Moon Crown, my current magic power is not enough to support it for a long time. I guess I can only save a small number of people.
Use the dagger that Atesi gave me? Well, that would be much more convenient and quicker, but the elves had fought in scattered locations with a large span, so it would still take a long time, and we couldn't delay any longer.
The girl held her chin and thought, her eyes wandering to the huge horn under her.
The Cloud-Splitting Beast travels through space. It seems that it is more convenient to use this horn to break through space.
There's nothing else I can do. I have to force you to do hard labor. You can't be too rigid in life.
Loran Hill stomped his feet on the huge horn, contacted the big guy again, and expressed his thoughts and requests.
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