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In the chest area of the Iron Lord, which was constantly being blasted and shattered, a large section of its internal structure was exposed. Perhaps due to the urgency of the situation, Xiao Ming immediately spotted the exposed core region of the Iron Lord. It was a circular energy device, pulsating with electric sparks and as large as a well opening.
"All personnel, focus fire on its weak point core; I'll handle the rest," Xiao Ming commanded. The other team members who were rushing over responded promptly. The ground was covered in flowing lava, which continuously spilled out from beneath the surface. The previously dim surroundings were now illuminated by the molten glow.
At the forefront stood a figure clad in military attire, arms raised high. Beside him was a Beast, enveloped in shards of stone and radiating a yellowish light. It lifted a stone platform, providing everyone with a stable footing. The others swiftly mounted the Beast and began launching a barrage against the Iron Lord.
In an instant, thunder, flames, and frost rained down relentlessly. The Iron Lord seemed infuriated by these attacks from creatures no larger than its palm; it unleashed towering columns of fire from its head, sending thick smoke billowing forth at an alarming rate.
The overwhelming barrage was partially blocked by the splashing magma, while the rest struck against the Iron Lord's raised arm. Xiao Ming noticed that it still intended to resist and moved closer to the Iron Lord once more. This time, from his left arm, a Ling Snake—about the length of his forearm—slowly emerged, flicking its tongue and gazing intently at the Iron Lord.
The patterns on the Ling Snake and Beast were intricate and beautiful, gradually emanating a brilliant azure glow. "Yin Bing," Xiao Ming murmured softly, and immediately, a chill began to surge around him. Despite being in a world of lava, dense cold mist began to spread from his left arm.
The Iron Lord sensed this threatening aura and started to move its heavy footsteps toward Xiao Ming. Raising its arms, it chose to ignore all incoming attacks. Xiao Ming hovered in mid-air with his wind wings unfurled but remained motionless.
As he saw the Iron Lord approaching him, Xiao Ming calmly extended his left hand into a gripping posture. A large mass of cold mist began to swirl rhythmically around his left hand. Solid ice spread out, gradually forming into a bow nearly ten feet long on one arm.
On his other arm, the Wind Weasel felt as if it had exploded with cold energy; instinctively curling up, it quickly followed Xiao Ming's lead and placed its right hand over its chest.
An arrow formed from wind slowly began to gather. Drawing the bowstring back, Xiao Ming's aura started to rise with Extreme Speed.
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As Xiao Ming spoke, his right hand pulled the bowstring back to its full moon position, his slender fingers gripping the string, tinged with a hint of blood. In a swift release, an arrow shot forth.
At the moment of release, the arrow carried with it a terrifying penetrating force that could shatter everything in its path, aimed directly at the energy core located at the chest of the Iron Lord.
The Iron Lord extended his hand towards Xiao Ming, but the arrow pierced straight through it. The fierce wind generated by the arrow created a vacuum around it, crushing everything that attempted to approach. The exposed core of the Iron Lord's chest was suddenly pierced.
Yet the arrow, formed from the gathering tempest, did not stop there; it drove straight into a distant rocky wall, embedding itself within and producing no further sound.
The massive Iron Lord ceased its operations, and the rumbling from within gradually faded away.
Xiao Ming relaxed his grip on the bow, lowering it slowly as he gazed at the steel monstrosity before him, its energy core now pierced.
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