Chapter 607: Book 5: Chapter 205: Sorrowful Cry (1)

When the heart stopped beating, blood naturally ceased to circulate. Despite Lilith’s strong physique allowing her to retain consciousness and move even in a state of cardiac arrest, her body became increasingly limp and weak due to loss of energy supply.

“But why… isn’t my recovery power working?”

More than half a minute had passed, and instead of rushing to defeat Lilith, Three seemed to be enjoying her plight, like a cat toying with a dying mouse.

Despite the time elapsed, Lilith’s heart showed no signs of recovery. Instead, she began to experience a mounting sense of suffocation as each moment ticked by.

Every cell in her body seemed to cry out in hunger.

“Could it be that…”

A sudden realization struck Lilith.

In that case…

With a surge of desperation, Lilith drew on her remaining strength and stabbed her chest with her own hand. Blood splattered everywhere, and the pain was excruciating.

Grimacing, she forced her hand through the flesh and ribs to reach her still-warm heart.

Sure enough… Her heart was fine… but it was not beating at all.

Unlike Myre directly destroying her heart, Three had induced a state of complete stagnation. Her heart was fine… It was just not working, slacking off like an office worker. What use was recovery when there was nothing to heal?

Enduring the suffocating pain, Lilith gritted her teeth and wrenched her heart out.

The heart, still connected by blood vessels and meridians, was forcibly extracted from her chest. As her vision darkened, Lilith’s strong willpower prevented her from losing consciousness as she had before.

She looked down at the blood-red organ in her hand, panting heavily.

The wound in her chest began to writhe as new flesh grew and intertwined, forming fresh tissue. Within her chest, a new heart slowly began to take shape. Then, it started to beat. First slowly… then faster.

The air Lilith breathed was finally circulating through her body, bringing with it an indescribable sense of relief. Her strength had returned.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Three clapped excitedly as if she had just witnessed a remarkable feat at the zoo.

“I expected no less of a legendary dragon and the Dragon Princess. Your ruthlessness is truly admirable,” she praised.

“Bah, your admiration makes me sick.” Lilith spat out a mouthful of stale blood and crushed flesh, then casually tossed away her heart before lunging at Three once more.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She swung her fist at Three without sparing any unnecessary moves.

Three frowned slightly in disappointment. “Is this all a noble dragon princess like you can do—just throw punches?”

I was only born a few years ago and have no time to learn anything else!

Despite the thought in her mind, Lilith secretly drew on the only martial art she had learned, the White Jade Flow, to add more force to her punch.

“You never learn, huh?” Three commented, shaking her head as she raised her hand to her chest once again.

Lilith’s eyes glowed with molten gold as she unleashed the move she had already prepared.

“[Silence.]”

Three’s face froze, and the words “Heartbeats of Resolve” that were about to escape her lips were abruptly stifled. The heartbeat sound that should have accompanied her next action vanished, silenced by the power of law inherent in the dragon’s language. �

Though innate abilities also worked on the law level, they differed from dragon language magic in that they required specific mediums and conditions.

For instance, Lesiah’s Absolute Distance could only be used when her target was ten meters away from her, and Erica’s Soul Splitting needed another vessel to contain the soul.

Breaking the medium or making the prerequisites insufficient could render even the most formidable abilities ineffective.

Lilith was grateful that Myre had used this move on her earlier. She feared that without it, facing Three head-on would have left her unable to stand.

Freed from the constraints of Three’s Heartbeats of Resolve, Lilith’s fist connected with Three’s body at full force. It pierced through her abdomen, causing a large amount of blood to flow out from the gaping hole.

“Is this dragon language magic? It’s truly terrifying,” Three said as soon as she regained the ability to speak, smiling despite coughing up a large amount of blood.

She seemed unfazed by it, as though the blood was not coming out of her body.

“Having such a low realm yet wielding a portion of the law power reserved for the Divine realm through dragon language magic—could this be why the Dragon Race thrived so greatly in the past?”

Lilith retracted her fist and said coldly, “I suggest you save your breath and reserve it for your final words instead.”

Without anything plugging the gaping wound, more blood flowed out of Three’s abdomen, to the point where she could see the scenery of another side through the gaping hole.

Most people would have collapsed from blood loss or spinal damage, but Three remained as composed as ever.

“Oh, do you really think you can defeat me so easily, Princess? As an existence descended from a Great World, do you think it’s wise to underestimate me like this?” she asked.

“Do you think I’d make such a simple mistake? My life motto is to kill an opponent while they’re down,” Lilith replied.

She kicked Three in the chest, using the force to propel herself away.

Her lips curled in a faint smirk, and ancient words flowed from her as the magic power she had just regained was swiftly expended once more.

“[Burn.]”

“[Gather.]”

The dragon language magic was unleashed, compressing a small sun into the size of her palm. The searing heat instantly vaporized the blood staining her face.

A greenish-blue orb of light shone brightly.

Three raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the small ball of light. She was actually extremely interested in everything related to the Dragon Race. She prepared to endure the attack head-on, eager to experience the full extent of the dragon language magic that had once terrified the entire Great World.

“Huh?” Three suddenly tilted her head in surprise. It was a call from Four.

“Bro, how much longer do you need?!” Four’s anxious voice came through immediately.

“We’ve only just started,” Three replied. She glanced at the time—barely five minutes had passed. She hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet.

“Wrap it up quickly then! There’s something off about that baby-faced deity!”

“What’s off? It can’t be that she’s smarter than you anticipated and that the God Attracting Incense is losing its effect, right?” Three asked, somewhat taken aback. If the incense had taken effect so quickly, that girl couldn’t have been too bright.

“No, she’s dumb, but she might not be a simple, ordinary deity. The void altar can’t hold much longer. She’s almost catching up to me,” Four hissed anxiously, as if a deathly menace was closing in on him.

Three gasped sharply. If the void altar, personally crafted by that old woman, couldn’t handle the pressure, it meant that this girl’s realm was beyond their expectations…

Three’s spine chilled at the thought, secretly relieved that she had anticipated this trump card and made preparations in advance. Otherwise, she wouldn’t know how she’d meet her end.

“How much longer can you hold out?”

“At most, thirty minutes!”

“Thirty minutes?”

Three sighed softly.

“Looks like we’ve only got a quarter of the fun left.”