Above the high skies.
The thick clouds, as dense as cotton, were continuously torn apart and shattered into massive voids like fragile silk.
Because it was not the first time they had clashed.
Both sides already knew each other's multi-phased strategies, so any further concealment or probing seemed meaningless and a waste of time.
Therefore, this battle, from the very first contact of both parties,
entered a state of white-hot intensity without any reservation.
Both chose to abandon fancy techniques and roundabout tactics.
With no retreat, they clashed head-on, attacking force with force.
The Red Iron Dragon, wrapped in destructive golden lightning and black-red Dragon Qi, was wildly waving his additional arms formed purely of Dragon Qi along with his arms, which were like forged steel.
The four arms danced together, each swing forceful and unmatched, showing strength at its peak.
Leaving behind countless dazzling, deadly afterimages in the sky.
Opposite him.
