The spear thrust directly toward Lizarius.
Reacting instantly, he raised his wings. The weapon struck with brutal force—though his wings managed to block the blow, the impact hurled him backward through the air.
But Lizarius was swift to counter.
Mid-flight, he whipped his tail, unleashing a flurry of golden scales that tore through the air like blades.
The elder spun his spear in a blur, deflecting most of the projectiles. Still, one scale slipped through, grazing his arm and leaving a stinging scratch.
As he steadied himself, Lizarius narrowed his eyes.
Fighting humans… it's different from fighting other beasts.
He flared his wings, halting himself midair with a burst of wind.
Suddenly, a shadow swallowed the battlefield.
Lizarius glanced up.
His golden eyes widened.
A colossal earth spear—as large as a two-story building—plummeted from the sky like a divine judgment.
It's massive... and too late to dodge!
Guess I'll have to destroy it.
His eyes gleamed with fierce resolve. Lizarius opened his jaws and unleashed a thunderous, piercing roar. A shockwave of sound blasted into the falling spear.
Cracks raced across the stone.
With a deafening boom, it shattered into countless fragments, raining down like meteor shards.
But there was no time to rest.
Above him, another elder hovered calmly, surrounded by floating talismans—flag-like strips glowing with spiritual energy.
With a single gesture, the elder sent them flying down. The flags stabbed into the earth, forming a glowing perimeter around Lizarius.
Hmm… what are those? Lizarius wondered.
> System Identification: Formation Flags. Spiritual tools used to anchor and activate formation arrays. Each flag marks a key node of the formation, defining its range, shape, and function.
Formation Flags… The term echoed in his mind.
> System Explanation: When arranged in specific patterns and charged with spiritual energy, they create powerful effects—such as trapping, suppressing, or concealing. The type and number of flags determine the formation's complexity and strength.
Trapping? Lizarius narrowed his eyes.
So he's trying to trap me… but it doesn't look like it's working—
His thought was cut off.
The flags around him began to glow with intense light.
Sensing danger, Lizarius flared his wings, lightning crackling across his scales. He tried to take off—but the moment he lifted from the ground, his body slammed back down with crushing force.
BOOM!
The earth cratered beneath him.
His body trembled.
His jaws clenched.
What… is this?
It's like gravity itself is crushing me! I… I can't move!
Above him, the elder's voice rang out, cold and triumphant:
"I've trapped it using the Mountain Suppressing Formation!"
From across the battlefield, a voice called out:
""Then this is our chance!" Li Zhao Ling shouted, her voice like a blade slicing through the chaos. "We strike now—one blow to end it!"
She launched into the air, her robes billowing like storm clouds. Around her, shimmering swords of spiritual energy flared into existence, each one humming with deadly intent.
On the ground, Li Feng Wei tightened his grip on his blade. Flames erupted along its edge, roaring like a caged beast finally unleashed.
Lizarius gritted his teeth.
So I'm trapped inside a formation…
He spoke urgently to the system:
"How can I escape the Formation?"