The Red Iron Dragon swiftly maneuvered through the fierce blizzard in the high sky, its silhouette flickering like a lightning bolt tearing through the heavens.
Each tilt or extension of its Dragon Wings caused a dark red conflagration to burst forth, propelling its motions with accelerated speed and abrupt directional changes, rendering its flight path unpredictable and elusive.
The snowflakes evaporated instantly upon contacting the fiery blaze, leaving behind a brief trail of emptiness.
It wasn't just the body technique.
At this moment, its wings had truly transformed into deadly weapons.
The edges were sharp as knives, producing a piercing whistle when slicing through the air; the wing tips glinted like spears, effortlessly piercing the thick curtain of wind and snow.
Combined with its astonishing wingspan, far exceeding that of its kind, its attack range was vast.
