Chapter 2111: Disobeying Orders Chapter 2111: Disobeying Orders Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Seeing this, Braydon Neal’s body moved.
He stepped on the hilt of the sword lodged in the Sakura Dragon’s eye and used the force to leap away.
The sword hilt above the Sakura Dragon’s eyes tilted slightly from the impact.
Deep within the Sakura Dragon’s eye, a red crystal shimmered.
The tip of the sword embedded in the Sakura Dragon’s eye pointed directly at it.
Wilma Nilles’s attack finally struck, perfectly colliding with Braydon’s sword hilt as planned.
A massive force erupted, causing the sword hilt to gradually splinter.
However, the impact also propelled the sword deeper into the Sakura Dragon’s eye, bringing it just one centimeter away from the red core.
One centimeter!
Seeing this, Wilma’s expression darkened slightly—she hadn’t fully completed the task Braydon had assigned.
“Well done.” Suddenly, Braydon’s voice rang out.
He reappeared atop the Sakura Dragon’s head, slamming his palm down on the spot he had just left.
The sword, only a centimeter away from the crystal, plunged forward under Braydon’s immense force, piercing straight into the red core.
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed as the red crystal inside the Sakura Dragon shattered into pieces.
A furious roar resounded through the skies.
Braydon appeared beside Wilma, his expression solemn.
“It’s enraged,” he said.
“We’ve destroyed its core, but it still has a trunk.
There’s likely a significant amount of power stored in it—enough to attack us relentlessly for a few minutes.
We don’t need to waste our strength attacking now.
Just dodge.” Wilma nodded, following Braydon’s strategy.
In the outside world: “Damn it!
This kid actually knows about the Sakura Dragon,” the Law Enforcement Elder muttered, his eyes flashing with regret.
“To think I assumed he was clueless earlier.” “Elder, Braydon seems cold, but he’s incredibly secretive.
I feel like his strength surpasses Wilma’s,” someone commented.
“Do you still need to feel that?” the elder snapped, glaring at Ivanna Qualey.
“Didn’t you see Wilma taking orders from him now?” Ivanna fell silent, her expression speechless.
It wasn’t disdain for not speaking—it was frustration at being dismissed.
If she could, she’d walk away, but she stayed, unwilling to provoke the others.
“Be careful!” Wilma suddenly shouted.
Braydon’s expression remained calm as a tiny treant lunged at him—only to be snatched mid-air by a night crow.
The fog swirling at their knees began to churn, and Tiny Treants emerged one after another, surrounding Braydon and Wilma.
“What now?” Wilma asked, her tone serious.
She had unconsciously started seeing Braydon as someone she could rely on.
Braydon scanned the treants, baring their claws and fangs, and replied, “These creatures are manifestations of the Sakura Dragon’s life force.
It knows it can’t kill us, so it’s trying to overwhelm us with sheer numbers.
Don’t worry—they won’t last long.
Once the Sakura Dragon’s life force is gone, they’ll vanish too.” The Sakura Dragon, on the brink of death, let out a deafening roar.
At its command, the tiny treants charged forward.
Hundreds of night Crows descended to counter them, but their efforts were barely noticeable amidst the treants’ overwhelming numbers.
Braydon assessed the situation and, without hesitation, grabbed Wilma’s waist, leaping upward.
“We’re low on spiritual power,” he said.
“If we avoid fighting head-on, things will stabilize in two minutes.” The two darted through the swarm, dodging attacks with precision.
A few minutes later, the Sakura Dragon let out an agonized wail.
Its body withered and collapsed, and the tiny treants disintegrated into mist.
“It’s over,” Braydon said, stepping in front of Wilma and looking toward a door behind the Sakura Dragon’s corpse.
“Yes,” she replied.
“It’s all thanks to you.
But things will only get harder from here.” “Not bad,” Braydon nodded.
“If the first obstacle was this challenging, I can only imagine what’s next.
But with me here, we’ll manage.” They approached the door and passed through, finding themselves back where they had started—only now, they were falling from a height of 10,000 meters.
Wilma’s face grew serious.
“This space seems to have fixed battles.
Moments ago, we fell straight from the sky to the ground.” “We’re only a quarter of the way through,” Braydon said.
“If this pattern holds, we’ll face more fights as we progress.
But now that we know the rules, things should get easier.” He leaped onto a larger night crow, and Wilma followed.
Together, they continued forward.
Meanwhile, outside: As the Law Enforcement Elder and the other sect elders watched, a streak of rainbow light appeared in the distance.
The figure that approached wore a stern expression, his presence commanding.
His aged face was imposing and intimidating.
The elder blinked in surprise.
Why was he here?
Although Wilma was a member of the Nilles family, her situation didn’t seem significant enough to warrant the arrival of Harwin Nilles, the third elder of the Nilles family.
Harwin landed, his piercing gaze sweeping across the group.
“Where is Wilma?” he demanded.
“How dare she defy the family’s orders?
Does she even know who granted her life?” The outer sect elders lowered their heads, intimidated by Harwin’s reputation.
The Law Enforcement Elder clapped Harwin’s shoulder with a chuckle.
“Harwin, don’t be so harsh.
Look how scared everyone is—they’re practically frozen.” Harwin’s stern gaze didn’t waver.
“You’re the Law Enforcement Elder.
How can you be so lax?
If you’re not up to the task, come train under me for a while.
As a representative of the sect, you should act the part—not laze around all day.
Now, where is Wilma?” The elder sighed and pointed at the glowing screen in the sky.
“See for yourself.”