Seeing Dvalin fall unconscious again, Lumine hurried forward.
She was worried that Dvalin would wake up quickly like before, so instead of slowly climbing up, she borrowed Anemo power to leap up and jumped directly onto Dvalin’s neck, swinging the dull sword with both hands and striking the coagulated blood on its wound.
But the clot of poisonous blood was somewhat solid.
Even after striking it several times, she couldn’t break it, and instead her hands were left numb from the impact.
Moreover, the coagulated blood was located on the wound, and the pain caused by the attacks made Dvalin awaken from its brief unconsciousness.
Just like before, it angrily shook Lumine off its neck.
[Draw complete. Obtained skill “Reviving Monsoon”]
[Reviving Monsoon: LV1]
[Summon a wind that revives all things, knocking back nearby enemies while continuously restoring the HP of nearby allies. The duration is unlimited and movement is prohibited. Any movement will end the skill. Knockback force, range, and HP restoration increase with level.]
[Upgrade Condition: Has a chance to trigger when restoring an ally’s HP]
At the same time, Neo’s system also finished the draw.
This skill, along with “Unbreakable” and “Weaklings, Begone,” all came from the same 5v5 hero battle MOBA competitive online game.
That game was also one of the games Neo often played before transmigrating.
Moreover, these skills had all been strengthened to a certain degree compared with their original versions.
“No, Traveler. Breaking the coagulated blood on the wound isn’t the goal. Only purifying it can save Dvalin.”
At this moment, Venti and the others also landed on this platform with the help of the wind current.
Venti hurriedly reminded Lumine, who had just regained her footing.
“If that’s the case, Traveler, I’ll continue drawing its aggro. You look for an opportunity.”
Hearing what Venti said, Neo suggested this to Lumine.
He felt that he was doing a pretty good job of drawing aggro.
“Okay.”
Seeing that Neo had already knocked Dvalin unconscious twice, Lumine nodded in agreement.
Dvalin, who had awakened from its brief unconsciousness, let out an angry roar in the air.
The deafening roar made everyone on the platform cover their ears.
The surrounding storm also became more violent because of Dvalin’s anger, with dark storm vortices completely surrounding these platforms.
“…”
Neo took a deep breath, then raised both hands to his mouth and shouted, “Dvalin! Barbatos has another dragon outside!”
“?”
Hearing Neo’s shout, Venti couldn’t help tilting his head.
‘He’s slandering me!’
“Roar!!”
Hearing this, Dvalin let out an even angrier roar.
Venti could tell that it was cursing quite viciously.
The next moment, blue Anemo energy resembling raindrops descended from the sky.
Although each drop was clearly light, they directly caused the platforms to crack and break apart, with dangerous Anemo energy flowing through the cracks.
Just standing on the cracked platforms was painful, as if countless blades were cutting through the flesh on their bodies.
If they stayed there for too long, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Look, this is Dvalin’s ultimate move, Finale of the Apocalypse.”
The people on the platform weren’t stupid either.
They hurriedly used the wind currents nearby to move to other platforms, and Venti explained it along the way.
“Uh, this dragon has such a strange taste in names…”
“Hehe~ Actually, I just gave it that name~”
Paimon was speechless at the name, while Venti touched his head after landing and explained.
Dvalin, who had activated Finale of the Apocalypse, didn’t stop attacking.
It continued roaring in the air, and soon elemental power gathered above all the platforms and crashed down.
For a moment, every platform was affected by Finale of the Apocalypse and began cracking.
This left Neo and the others with nowhere to avoid it.
Only Paimon, flying in the air, was completely unaffected.
“It seems like it got smarter. It’s not charging over this time.”
Realizing that although he had angered Dvalin again, he hadn’t managed to make it charge over, Neo felt somewhat awkward.
“Anyway, you have to buy me a drink afterward. Dvalin misunderstood me terribly because of you…”
Venti sounded somewhat aggrieved beside him.
“There’s nowhere to stand anymore. Looks like we can only…”
Although Jean possessed the Anemo Vision, she wasn’t immune to damage from Anemo power.
Standing on the platform, she could also feel some pain, let alone Lumine and Diluc.
Only Neo, Venti, and Paimon looked completely unaffected.
“Wind, answer me.”
In this situation, Jean had no choice but to raise the Favonius Sword in her hand and use Anemo power to spread a Dandelion Field across the ground.
The symbol of the Lion of the South could faintly be seen within the field.
The gentle Anemo power of the Dandelion Field barely weakened the Anemo power flowing beneath the platforms, preventing the people standing above from suffering too much pain.
“Eh, this move…”
‘The skill I just drew really is quite similar to Jean’s Elemental Burst…’
Seeing the Dandelion Field on the ground, Neo’s thoughts stirred.
Thinking of this, Neo reached out and poked the air, then slowly raised both hands and grasped a staff that appeared out of thin air.
Since the Dandelion Field could temporarily weaken Finale of the Apocalypse, Neo felt that his skill should work too.
After all, they were both Anemo skills.
Thinking of this, Neo raised the staff in his hand, and a warm monsoon immediately spread outward from him.
The system’s judgment of “allies” was very simple.
Therefore, Lumine, Venti, and the others were all included.
This monsoon was very gentle to them, even somewhat comfortable.
It was like the wind that made all things revive in spring.
“What a warm wind…”
Jean stared blankly at Neo, not even noticing that her own Dandelion Field had disappeared.
‘How could his wind…’
‘But the Anemo Archon…’
Jean turned back in confusion toward Venti, who was also somewhat surprised beside her.
Jean didn’t know that in the game Neo had played, this wind also came from the hands of an ancient wind spirit.
She could only sense, because she was more sensitive to Anemo power, that this wind didn’t seem like something a human could produce.
Then it could only be a god or a divine familiar…
Noticing Jean’s gaze, Venti first rolled his eyes around, then said with a mischievous smile, “Oh my, I’ve never said that I’m the Anemo Archon, Barbatos~”
“…”
For a moment, Jean didn’t know what expression to make.
She had only wanted to ask whether Venti knew Neo, yet she had received this kind of answer.
But judging from Venti’s understanding of Dvalin earlier, as well as his ability to control the thousand-year-old flowing wind, she was even more certain that Venti was Barbatos.
Just like the Dandelion Field, as the Reviving Monsoon spread, the violent Anemo energy on the platforms gradually dissipated, transforming into gentle elemental power and merging into the wind.
“This is…”
“What a warm wind…”
Dvalin’s violent movements in the air came to a halt, and it slowly moved closer.
The range of Reviving Monsoon was considerably larger than the Dandelion Field, so when Dvalin brought its head close to the platform, it had already reached this warm monsoon.
Although it wasn’t considered Neo’s “ally,” as the Dragon of the East Wind, it could clearly sense the aura contained within the wind.
The gentle aura in the wind, along with the feeling of bringing all things back to life, temporarily restored its clarity of mind, allowing it to put its pain and anger behind it.
“Mmm…”
Neo held up the staff, making an indistinct sound in his throat.
He now had a feeling that even speaking would interrupt Reviving Monsoon, so he could only hope in his heart that Lumine would understand what he meant.
Fortunately, Lumine understood.
Seeing Dvalin bring its head over, she hurriedly leaped up like before and jumped directly onto Dvalin’s neck.
Dvalin didn’t react much to this, merely looking at Neo, who was releasing the Reviving Monsoon.
‘Purify…’
Lumine still didn’t really understand her own ability to “purify.” She could only silently think about it, then swung the dull sword down.
As the dull sword swung, golden light appeared out of thin air.
Crack!
The coagulated blood on Dvalin’s neck shattered with the sound, and the black power transformed into golden light and was absorbed into Lumine’s body.