The intense distortion of space caused the Red Dragon Gorthax to fall into a brief state of dizziness and loss of control.
It felt as if the entire world was spinning, tearing, and reorganizing around him.
When his vision refocused, the ear-splitting roar that hadn't fully escaped his mouth was forced back into his throat—he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
This was an ancient and solemn circular colosseum.
Tier upon tier of empty spectator seats rose upward like a forest of cold stone steps, tightly surrounding the blood-stained platform in the center.
At the very top, a dark red sky hung low, resembling congealed blood and emitting a suffocating sense of pressure.
The air was hot and dry, filled with the thick scent of blood and the smell of rusted metal that flooded his nostrils.
The entire space felt too narrow for a prime giant dragon, making it difficult to soar freely.
Almost at the same moment Gorthax's form solidified, figures radiating powerful Auras descended like ghosts from all directions of the colosseum, firmly trapping him in the center.
Cold killing intent, like physical chains, tightly wound around him from every direction.
Gorthax forcibly suppressed the Fury that was nearly bursting from his chest, his brownish-Red Dragon pupils scanning rapidly to take in every figure around him.
The King of Molten Iron stood on a high platform directly opposite him, his muscles knotted and bulging.
Although his size was still inferior to Gorthax, his majestic Dragon Might was like an unsheathed sword, standing its ground against him without retreat.
At the edge of a certain stand, the Iron Dragon Leticia crouched low.
The long-standing tension in her eyes was finally replaced by a hint of relief, along with a suicidal determination!
The Red Dragon Samantha was clad in thick alchemical heavy armor, making her the third-largest dragon present; her thick tail beat the metal floor restlessly, producing a dull boom like a war drum, already poised to strike.
Beside her, the Iron Dragon Sorog's scales took on a cold, hard metallic luster, his gaze as calm as ice, his front claws slightly raised as he entered an optimal combat state.
From these two dragons, Gorthax smelled a Bloodline Aura similar to that of the King of Molten Iron.
There was no doubt they were all his descendants.
And now, they had surrounded him, baring their fangs and claws at him.
On the other side, the Golden Dragon Alberto was covered in shining and majestic golden dragon scales, with Sacred Vow Runes containing holy power flowing continuously across his body, emitting extraordinary fluctuations.
In the farther corners, powerful non-dragon beings were also ready for battle.
The Amethyst Dragon-Lion let out a Soul-shaking roar, the amethysts across its body pulsing with its surging emotions; the Holy Spirit Deer's antlers emitted a soft and pure light that was both sacred and carried a searing purification power; the Phoenix was surrounded by inextinguishable flames, each elegant flap of its wings scattering brilliant fire across the sky; the Lord of Flowers, Charles, gripped his claymore tightly, the blade vibrating slightly and rippling out fine spatial waves as if it could cut through space at any moment.
A total of nine powerful creatures.
Aside from Garros, the core, the other eight were by no means weak.
Most of them had previously fought the King of Molten Iron in his normal state to a standstill.
Among them were individuals that even Garros, in his Frenzied State, would find difficult to take down quickly.
At this moment, all their will and all their power were directed at a single target.
—The Red Dragon tyrant at the very center of the colosseum space, Gorthax!
However, surrounded and alone, Gorthax showed not a hint of fear; instead, an even more intense and crazed Battle Intent burned in his eyes.
"Bastards! Ants! Do you think this pathetic cage can trap the great Gorthax?!"
He let out a heaven-shaking roar, the sound waves echoing within the colosseum.
"No! It's not I who am trapped! It's you! You are the ones forced to face me in this cramped space! Welcome the flames! Welcome death! Welcome the wrath of the great Gorthax!"
"Every single one of you shall die!"
Before his words had even finished, with a boom, his massive body instantly transformed into a blood-red violent hurricane.
Unexpectedly, he did not choose the seemingly weakest non-dragon camp as a Breakthrough point, but instead lunged straight for the one he deemed the culprit and the core of all the schemes—the King of Molten Iron!
At the exact moment he moved.
The several giant dragons around Garros also let out deafening roars and charged to meet him.
"I'll tear you apart first, you rebellious son!!"
Gorthax's massive dragon claws tore through the air, carrying terrifying wind pressure as they went straight for Garros's head.
Simultaneously, his long and thick dragon tail, like a giant whip, swept out with a piercing whistle, ruthlessly striking at Leticia and Samantha who were the first to provide support, forcing them into a defensive position.
Facing this ferocious and unparalleled attack carrying immense Fury, the Red-Iron Dragon did not retreat at all.
He let out a low dragon roar filled with Battle Intent and, instead of retreating, advanced; his wings flapped violently, whipping up a searing air current as his massive dragon claws met the attack head-on.
Rumble—!
The claws collided violently!
It was as if two metallic mountains had crashed into each other in the most savage manner!
Blinding sparks sprayed out like a waterfall, and a powerful shockwave of force exploded in a perfect circle; even the hard ground beneath their feet let out an overburdened groan, instantly cracking into countless fissures.
This time, the Red-Iron Dragon clearly felt an even more majestic and tyrannical force travel up his arm.
His dragon claws were actually forced back and suppressed!
His pupils constricted as he found his usually invincible terrifying strength being overwhelmed for the first time by a purer, more primitive power from one of his own kind.
Boom!
Gorthax's other dragon claw seized the opening and slammed solidly into the Red-Iron Dragon's chest!
Accompanied by a tooth-aching sound of cracking and countless flying shards of broken scales, Garros's massive body was sent flying backward like it had been launched from a trebuchet.
Bang! Bang!
Almost simultaneously, the dragon tail that had swept through like blood-colored lightning also sent Leticia and Samantha flying.
The Iron Dragon's shoulder blade was visibly caved in, while a shocking crack was torn into the Red Dragon Samantha's thick alchemical heavy armor.
Gorthax roared triumphantly, about to press his advantage to heavily wound or even kill the King of Molten Iron.
But in that split second, the attacks from the other powerhouses arrived like a torrential storm.
The true siege had begun.
Boom!
Sacred Vow Empowerment—Sacred Flame Dragon Breath!
The golden Dragon Breath, enhanced by sacred skills, was as condensed as liquid gold; it erupted from Alberto's wide-open maw, transforming into a destructive pillar of light that accurately blasted toward the flank of Gorthax's body.
Psionic Empowerment—Slumber Dragon Breath!
Realizing that ordinary Electric-Fire Dragon Breath had limited effect on the Red Dragon, the Iron Dragon Sorog made an instantaneous judgment, infusing his Dragon Breath with powerful psionic fluctuations that enveloped Gorthax's entire body like an invisible tide, intending to erode his will.
Mind Blast!
The Amethyst Dragon-Lion threw back its head and let out a silent roar; psionic sound waves, as solid as physical matter, bypassed physical defenses and pierced deep into Gorthax's mind, attempting to disrupt and blast his spirit.
Fire Phoenix Air Strike!
The Phoenix let out a clear and murderous cry; with a wave of its wings, it condensed dozens of lifelike fire Phoenix afterimages carrying explosive destructive energy, charging at Gorthax from different angles.
Dimensional Blade!
The Lord of Flowers, Charles, appeared behind Gorthax's neck without warning; his claymore was imbued with a razor-sharp spatial cutting force, the blade silently aiming for the Red Dragon's relatively vulnerable hindbrain.
And finally, the Holy Spirit Deer forcibly suppressed its urge to join the attack, keeping Garros's pre-battle arrangements in mind.
It elegantly shook its head, and a pure white healing light condensed at the tips of its antlers, transforming into several warm beams that accurately fell upon the recently wounded Leticia, Samantha, and Garros, rapidly soothing their injuries.
Facing these overwhelming attacks coming from all directions.
Gorthax displayed a terrifying reaction speed and defensive capability that left everyone speechless.
The Mind Blast that had once caused Garros to slow down seemed to have no effect on him; it couldn't even make his movements falter for a single moment.
Whoosh!
His massive wings flapped with an agility that defied his enormous size, and his body performed extreme evasions within the limited space; the Red Dragon's mastery over his body was perfectly demonstrated here.
Gorthax was the first to dodge the most threatening Golden Dragon Sacred Flame Breath.
Simultaneously, he completely ignored the Iron Dragon Sorog's psionic-infused Slumber Dragon Breath, remaining unaffected as he suddenly turned and swiped a claw at the annoying flea-like Lord of Flowers, Charles, behind him.
Charles didn't dare take this dragon claw, which was capable of crushing a hill, head-on.
He was forced to immediately abort his lethal Dimensional Blade and perform a Space Walk, his figure instantly blurring and vanishing from the spot.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fire Phoenix afterimages released by the Phoenix, however, slammed solidly into Gorthax's back and flanks, creating a continuous series of violent explosions.
Gorthax's blood-colored scales held firm against the energy impacts he couldn't fully avoid.
The sound of harsh metal scraping and energy detonations erupted from his scales; although some insignificant fine cracks appeared, they remained overall solid.
As for the raging flames, they had no effect on him at all, as if he were merely bathing in them.
"Weak attacks! Ridiculous tricks! With just these, who can kill me?!"
Amidst the sky full of exploding energy light and shadows, the Red Dragon even stood on his hind legs, letting out an incredibly arrogant laugh.
"Hahaha—Huh?!"
But in the next second, his wild laughter came to an abrupt halt, turning into a prolonged, startled sound.
A dragon silhouette, entirely entwined with violent golden lightning, arrived in an instant at a speed beyond visual tracking; like a thunderous war hammer, it slammed ruthlessly into Gorthax's waist.
It was Garros!
Under the healing of the Holy Spirit Deer, he had quickly stabilized his already minor injuries and unhesitatingly entered his Frenzied State.
The majestic force directly sent the insufferable Red Dragon Mad King flying like a meteor, eventually crashing heavily into the stone steps at the edge of the colosseum, triggering a collapse and a cloud of dust.
Zzt! Zzt!
The King of Molten Iron's already exceptionally burly body actually expanded by more than another size in his Frenzied State.
Clusters of violent golden electric arcs danced crazily around him, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.
He let out a low growl and once again charged fiercely at the just-rising Gorthax.
"Seeking death!"
Gorthax furiously flapped his wings, shattering all the debris around him, and met the charge with even more intense Fury.
Bang!
Another violent collision of dragon claws!
But this time, the Red-Iron Dragon in his Frenzied State was not sent flying; instead, he firmly withstood Gorthax's strength.
His claws, his wings, his giant tail like a steel whip... every part of his body that could be turned into a weapon became a torrential storm of attacks in that moment, sweeping toward Gorthax's entire body.
Gorthax was not to be outdone, pushing the Red Dragon's Fury and power to their limits as he met the attacks head-on.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The dull impact sounds, like ten thousand claps of thunder, echoed crazily within the colosseum, nearly bursting eardrums.
Sparks as hot as lava constantly sprayed from the two crazily fighting giant dragons, as if a brilliant and deadly rain of fire was falling.
Their battle was too intense, the speed too fast, and the Moves too dangerous, leaving the surrounding attackers somewhat dazzled.
Long-range attacks were highly likely to accidentally injure allies, so Alberto, Leticia, and the other giant dragons and Vicious Beasts chose to close in; with the King of Molten Iron as the core, they joined this chaotic and dangerous melee, conducting an all-out siege on Gorthax.
"Tickling! It's all like you're tickling me!"
Gorthax roared wildly, relying on his powerful defense to withstand the attacks from all sides, repeatedly trying to break through the interception and pounce on the King of Molten Iron.
For Gorthax, this was not the optimal solution for the battle.
But he didn't consider that; in his Fury, he only wanted to slaughter the Red-Iron Dragon first.
However, the King of Molten Iron in his Frenzied State was now completely equal to Gorthax in terms of pure strength, speed, and other basic attributes.
He accurately blocked, cleverly parried, and fiercely counterattacked time and again.
Every time the Molten Iron Claws collided with Gorthax's blood-claws, a deafening sound of clashing metal and a sky full of flying sparks erupted.
Although the attacks from the other powerhouses couldn't inflict fatal wounds, they were like maggots in his bones, greatly restricting his movement, continuously draining his stamina and energy, and further challenging and provoking his already irritable nerves.
Bang!
After a fierce collision without any flourishes, Gorthax's form hadn't fully stabilized when he felt a surge of sharp pain from his back.
The Golden Dragon Alberto's claws gripped a massive Conquest Halberd and, catching him off guard, slammed it ruthlessly onto Gorthax's spine, successfully tearing through the hard dragon scales and leaving a bloody wound.
Gorthax bared his teeth in pain, his vicious gaze instantly locking onto the Golden Dragon.
But before he could turn to counterattack, his back suddenly sank heavily once more.
Demonic Energy Burst! Demonic Energy Surge!
The sharp claws of the Iron Dragon Leticia seemed to condense a continuously rotating and collapsing vortex of energy, slamming heavily onto Gorthax's back, tearing through his scales once again, leaving him lacerated, and causing his massive body to stagger slightly.
Just as he struggled to stabilize his center of gravity, that golden dragon shadow lunged straight at him!
Garros's sharp claws were wreathed in violent golden thunder and majestic Dragon Qi that had condensed into a tangible form, striking heavily against the side of Gorthax's head with unstoppable momentum.
Crash!
Accompanied by a dense sound of shattering scales, a broken fang actually flew out from Gorthax's mouth!
The immense impact force caused the Red Dragon tyrant's head to jerk to the side, and a wave of intense dizziness washed over him.
Following closely, the sharp teeth of the Amethyst Dragon-Lion bit down, and the Phoenix's fire beak, capable of piercing metal and stone, pecked repeatedly, landing like raindrops on his off-balance body.
One wound after another began to rapidly accumulate on Gorthax's proud dragon body.
He was like a lion being frantically torn apart by a pack of wolves, yet unable to quickly kill the alpha wolf; the Fury and stifling frustration within his heart were like magma beneath a volcano, constantly accumulating and surging until, finally, they broke through a critical point.
"Enough!!"
"You worm-like things... you have completely enraged me!!"
"Want to die faster? I will grant your wish!"
Gorthax's roar had taken on a hoarse, cracking tone.
The continuous setbacks, the stifling frustration of being besieged, and the sense of betrayal from his descendants uniting against him completely ignited the flames of his rage.
Clang, clang, clang—!
The scales all over his body began to violently rub and collide against each other, emitting a harsh sound like thousands of blades being unsheathed at once!
His body expanded further at a speed visible to the naked eye, his muscles bulging terrifyingly like hills, and his already massive frame became even more oppressive.
The crimson in his eyes was completely covered by dense, spiderweb-like bloodshot veins, making him look hideous and terrifying.
For a Wild Dragon that worships absolute power and destruction, anger has never been a meaningless negative emotion.
On the contrary, it is his most powerful source of strength!
Driven by humiliation and Fury, the Red Dragon Gorthax finally activated his powerful combat posture.
Fury State!
The angrier he is, the stronger he becomes!
Destroy everything! Destroy all!
Roar—!!!
Fury Roar!
A roar, more deafening than any before and containing a will of Fury, spread out violently from him like a tangible shockwave, instantly sweeping across the bodies of every attacker in the arena.
Garros, being the closest, bore the brunt of it.
The moment he heard this Fury Roar, he felt as if his mental world had been forcibly thrown into a ball of fire representing extreme Fury.
This fire was frantically burning his bottom line of reason.
An uncontrollable, violent Aura, desiring to destroy everything around him, rose from the bottom of his heart.
"What a powerful Fury Roar..."
Garros felt a chill in his heart.
He had long since learned about the various skills of Wild Dragons, but a normal Fury Roar could never possess such a terrifying effect that directly erodes the mind and ignites rage.
This must be the result of being strengthened by that dangerous Frenzied Flame.
Garros took a sharp breath, relying on his tempered, steel-like will to forcibly suppress the surging rage, and his eyes barely recovered some clarity and calmness.
However.
He could do it, but that absolutely did not mean the other attackers could.
"Evil Dragon! Today, I, Alberto, shall uphold justice and punish the wicked!"
Influenced by the Fury, the Golden Dragon Alberto's eyes were bloodshot.
Completely disregarding the vast gap in strength between them, and not even waiting for Garros, the main force, to initiate frontal suppression, he was driven by an uncontrollable Fury and rushed towards Gorthax, roaring first.
"Die!"
He was clearly consumed by rage, his reason burned away completely.
Facing this sudden charge, Gorthax only let out a low roar.
He waved his left claw casually, carrying destructive power, and precisely swept away the Conquest War Halberd that Alberto had swung down with all his might. His other giant claw reached out like lightning, easily seizing the Golden Dragon's neck!
The next moment, Alberto's massive body was used by Gorthax like a heavy war hammer, swung violently, and suddenly smashed towards the Red Dragon Samantha, who was charging from the flank.
Bang!
With a dull, loud thud, the thick alchemical heavy armor on Samantha shattered over a large area. She and Alberto tumbled and flew backward together, plowing a deep trench into the scorched ground as gravel flew everywhere.
Bang! Bang!
Almost simultaneously, Leticia, who was attempting a sneak attack from the rear, was also viciously struck from above by Gorthax's lightning-fast blood-colored dragon tail.
The immense force smashed most of her body directly into the ground, embedding her deep within it, making it difficult for her to Move for a moment.
For a moment, the entire battlefield became incredibly chaotic.
Although Gorthax himself had lost most of his reason due to extreme Fury, he was a Wild Dragon; anger was the source of his strength, only making him more powerful.
However, the besieging side's formation was thrown into chaos because their minds were eroded by the Fury, losing their original coordination.
They, who should have been coordinating their attacks around Garros, now completely disregarded the gap in strength between them, rushing towards Gorthax all at once like a pack of out-of-control beasts.
This not only severely weakened the overall effect of the siege but also caused a certain amount of interference for Garros.
Meanwhile, at the same time Gorthax repelled Garros, the Phoenix Angia launched a diving attack from the side.
Her speed was fast, but Gorthax was faster, and he backhanded a claw, directly piercing through her energy-formed body.
Pure physical damage had limited effect on the Phoenix, but the Red Dragon's tangible, Fury-filled emotions eroded Angia's mind more deeply with this contact, causing her originally clear Phoenix eyes to instantly fill with bloodshot veins.
"Damn Red Dragon! I'll blow myself up with you."
"Let's perish together!"
The Phoenix Angia let out a shrill and resolute cry.
Even though she was far from the desperate situation of being forced to Nirvana, under the influence of the Fury, she still extremely irrationally chose to detonate herself, using Nirvana to inflict damage.
Hum—! Crash!!!
It was as if a miniature sun had suddenly risen inside the arena.
Centered on Gorthax and the Phoenix, the sphere of light, intense to the extreme, expanded inch by inch with unstoppable momentum, ruthlessly devouring, covering, and destroying the ground and steps in its path.
Because of the intense battle, the already precarious arena could no longer hold up.
Fortunately, although Leticia and the others were influenced by the Fury, under the instinctual threat of the devastating energy explosion, they subconsciously chose to retreat rapidly.
They were only impacted by the aftermath of the explosion and did not suffer serious effects.
When the power of that devastating Nirvana fire gradually faded and re-condensed into the Phoenix's brilliant figure, the already crumbling arena building had been almost completely razed to the ground, turning into countless charred and broken boulders floating in a spherical, primal space that seemed to be made of pure blood.
This was the most basic, most essential appearance of the arena space after being stripped of all disguises.
"Calm down! Everyone calm down!"
The Iron Dragon Sorog and the Amethyst Dragon-Lion Ennus forcibly endured their own agitation and simultaneously cast powerful psychic Spells.
The gentle mental waves were like a clear spring, attempting to soothe the boiling rage in their allies' minds.
The Holy Spirit Deer almost transformed into a pure deer of light, its whole body shining with a warm and pure white radiance, continuously casting healing Spells. Divine brilliance was constantly sprinkled, falling upon the allies who had been heavily struck by Gorthax and burned by the aftermath of the Phoenix's Nirvana, striving to repair their wounds.
The battle had continued until now, and every creature present was covered in wounds, their breath chaotic.
"A bunch of insignificant worms! You dare to attempt to siege and kill the great Gorthax?! Delusional!"
The Red Dragon let out a deafening roar, the sound waves echoing in the blood-colored space.
The Phoenix's Nirvana had left dense, charred cracks on him, but his body, which had been tempered through a thousand trials, was simply too formidable. Combined with his extremely high flame resistance, he had not actually suffered serious structural damage.
And those slight burning pains, instead, were like adding fuel to the fire, making him even angrier, and his strength climbed further as a result.
"Should I activate Bloodburst State now, or use Crimson Lotus State directly?"
Garros stared fixedly at Gorthax, whose Aura was constantly climbing, his thoughts flashing like lightning.
Frenzied State was clearly unable to suppress or even defeat the formidable enemy before him.
However, whether it was the highly taxing Bloodburst State or the even more powerful and terrifyingly draining Crimson Lotus State, neither could be maintained for long.
If Gorthax could not be completely dealt with before the duration ran out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Although he possessed the dragon jade as a trump card, which could provide a second life, his state after Rebirth would inevitably be diminished compared to before using it.
The excessively consumed dragon jade could no longer accumulate additional thermal energy, which meant he would be unable to activate Crimson Lotus State a second time.
Most crucially, Gorthax's state at this moment clearly had not yet hit bottom, and no one knew where his limit truly lay.
"Wait a little longer; I cannot easily use my final trump card."
Garros forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately explode with full power, deciding to continue to parry and fight Gorthax in Frenzied State, adapting to the battle situation as it changed.
He swung his dragon wings violently, stirring up a roaring gale, and once again led the charge towards Gorthax.
"Die!"
Gorthax roared, forcibly knocking the Red-Iron Dragon back several steps in Frenzied State with one claw, while hard-tanking the war halberd slash from the Golden Dragon Alberto from the side. His huge right wing, like a blood-colored curtain, slapped towards the Iron Dragon Sorog, who was attempting to flank.
The speed was too fast!
Solrog could not dodge in time, so he could only urge the light of his hardened scales all over his body to the limit and instantly construct a solid psychic barrier in front of him.
Crash!
In the face of absolute power, the psychic barrier shattered instantly like glass.
Solrog let out a muffled groan, hit hard by that overwhelming force, and sent flying. His body smashed through all the floating boulders along the way like a cannonball, finally colliding heavily against the blood-colored space curtain, smashing a deep depression and spiderweb-like cracks into it.
"Roar!"
Gorthax seized this fleeting opportunity, his giant mouth opening suddenly!
A thick, incomparably massive, distinct Flame Dragon Breath, presenting a rich blood color, surged out like a bursting river of blood!
This breath was not aimed at a single target but was a destructive fan shape, sweeping across the entire area in front of him. The targets directly covered Garros, Alberto, Samantha, Leticia, and the Holy Spirit Deer, who was healing with all its might in the rear.
Whoosh!
The scorching Flame-Thunder Dragon Breath immediately spewed from Garros's mouth, meeting Gorthax's blood-colored breath head-on.
The two powerful Dragon Breaths collided, emitting sizzling, explosive sounds.
However, even Garros's strengthened Flame-Thunder Dragon Breath was, at this moment, being pushed back inch by inch by that even more violent blood-colored flame.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the critical moment, one Dragon Breath after another erupted in succession!
Alberto's golden holy Flame Dragon Breath, Samantha's deep red flames strengthened by alchemy, Leticia's roaring Electric-Fire Dragon Breath... several powerful Dragon Breaths converged into a torrent, joining forces to meet Gorthax's destructive breath. They finally managed to barely withstand the impact and began to slowly push it back.
Taking advantage of the precious gap while the two sides' Dragon Breaths were deadlocked.
The Amethyst Dragon-Lion and the Iron Dragon Sorog, who had just struggled to crawl up, forcibly endured their pain and spewed Dragon Breath again from behind Gorthax.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The scorching Electric-Fire Dragon Breath and the Amethyst Dragon-Lion's breath slammed solidly onto Gorthax's back.
Lightning jumping, flames exploding, psychic erosion... the sudden interference interrupted Gorthax's breath rhythm. Immediately afterward, the torrents of Dragon Breath, led by Garros's Flame-Thunder Dragon Breath, completely lost their restraint and crashed down upon the Red Dragon.
In an instant.
The Red Dragon Gorthax's body was completely engulfed by destructive energy of various colors and attributes.
But this failed to kill him.
"Damn... scum!!"
From the center of the death zone formed by the energy impact came Gorthax's deafening roar, clearly filled with pain and extreme Fury.
Boom!
A blood-colored shadow suddenly broke through the energy turbulence!
Gorthax flapped his wings, actually hard-tanking the continuous bombardment of numerous Dragon Breaths, and forcibly broke free from the suppression.
If it had been any other Red Dragon of the same size, enduring such concentrated fire, they would likely have already fallen to the ground, or even been reduced to ashes. But Gorthax, who had awakened the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline and had been tempered by the Frenzied Flame, possessed a body whose fortitude far exceeded what common sense could judge.
Seeing this, the dragons, who were also not lightly drained, stopped their breath attacks one after another, their chests heaving violently, staring fixedly at the energy smoke and dust that was gradually dispersing.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Gorthax's appearance had changed drastically.
His entire body was almost devoid of any intact part; large areas were cracked and charred, and terrifying wounds with flesh curling outward were visible to the naked eye. Energy turbulence from the intertwining of different attributes of Dragon Breath remained on them, and scorching dragon blood flowed out continuously from the wounds like a small stream, dyeing the ground beneath his feet dark red.
Although they were all superficial wounds, with none deep enough to expose bone, such density still counted as minor injuries.
"Kill... I will kill you all! Not a single one left!!"
Gorthax's Fury reached an unprecedented Peak at this moment.
On his tattered yet still massive body, those battle-scarred patterns that symbolized countless victories and glory seemed to be injected with life, winding and moving like living blood-colored earthworms, suddenly erupting with a blindingly crimson light.
Wherever the red light passed, a mutation occurred.
The terrifying wounds where his skin had been ripped open and scales curled back from being scorched by multiple Dragon Breaths were crazily squirming and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The newly born muscle fibers intertwined and spread rapidly like red-hot steel cables.
The edges of the shattered scales hardened and thickened rapidly, even becoming more ferocious and heavier than before.
The surrounding air seemed to be completely ignited by his terrifying Aura, becoming viscous and scalding, suffocatingly so.
Gorthax's physique expanded another circle within the wrapping of red light, his muscles bulging like mountain rocks under raging waves, filled with a sense of destructive power. Every heavy breath stirred up a scorching storm, and the almost tangible pressure made all the creatures standing on the opposite side feel their scalps tingle, their spirits stretched to the breaking point.
At this moment, his pair of dragon eyes had completely turned into two bottomless pools of blood, flickering with the light of destruction.
Fury to the limit is complete Rampage.
When ultimate Fury and boundless rampage exist simultaneously and fuse perfectly, it forms the strongest combat stance of the Wild Dragon path.
— — Wild State!
In comparison, all other skills seemed to pale in significance at this moment, merely insignificant embellishments.
In this state, Gorthax's strength, speed, reaction ability, defensive power, and even regeneration ability all suddenly soared to an extremely high level.
Roar — —!!!
A wild roar that surpassed all previous roars erupted from the Red Dragon's mouth, seeming to act directly upon the depths of the Soul.
In an instant, the violence and Fury in the hearts of all surrounding existences were ignited as never before, their ferocity far exceeding what it was before.
Even Garros, whose will was the most resilient, instantly felt his vision clouded by a layer of blood color, and an irrepressible killing intent wanting to destroy everything surged in his chest like a volcano.
He breathed deeply, attempting to forcibly calm his boiling mental state with his powerful willpower.
Garros's combat style had always been to use absolute rationality to control powerful strength; he did not like to let himself be controlled by instinct, as that would only lead to countless flaws.
Moreover, he was not a Wild Dragon.
Fury provided no bonus for him; it only interfered with his judgment and made him easier to defeat.
However, despite being mentally prepared this time, the psychic soothing Spell cast jointly by the Iron Dragon and the Amethyst Dragon-Lion could hardly completely dispel the erosion of Fury originating from the depths of the Soul.
Except for Garros, who could barely maintain a trace of clarity, the eyes of all other creatures were completely occupied by blood red.
They had almost completely lost all reason, with only surging combat desire remaining.
Whoosh!
Gorthax's figure instantly became blurred, leaving behind only a circle of suddenly expanding blood-colored shockwave traces.
His target was no longer the King of Molten Iron, who was difficult to take down quickly.
Having entered the Wild State, he instead cast off the excessive interference of subjective emotions, becoming entirely led by the purest and most efficient combat instincts.
And his instinct told him.
Since he could not solve the Red-Iron Dragon, that tough nut to crack, in a short time, it was better to first clear out the other annoying cannon fodder.
Thus, he first locked onto the Golden Dragon Alberto, who had just caught his breath, and the Golden Dragon, also under the influence of Fury, rushed over recklessly.
A blood-colored giant claw, carrying endless rage, slapped toward him.
Golden Dragon Alberto roared, injecting Holy Oath energy into the Conqueror's Halberd, and swung it with all his might!
Clang!
A crisp sound!
The divine weapon, condensed from Holy Oath runes, was actually snapped in half by Gorthax's claw.
The fragments of the broken halberd shot out in all directions like meteors.
Immediately following was an even more heart-stopping, dull sound of impact.
Gorthax's huge head, like a siege hammer fully charged with power, slammed fiercely into Alberto's chest.
Crack! The shimmering gold scales on Alberto's chest shattered and caved in over a large area like fragile glass.
He spat out a mouthful of scalding dragon blood mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs, and his massive dragon body tumbled like a kite with a broken string, smashing into the pile of floating charred giant rocks in the distance, his gold scales dimmed.
Boom!
Just as Gorthax defeated the Golden Dragon, a dragon shadow wreathed in blood-colored steam slammed violently into his side like a meteorite.
The heartbeat, like a war drum or rolling thunder, shook the entire space.
It was Garros!
Although he could not completely suppress the Fury, his thoughts were affected, and he might make wrong judgments, but now that all his teammates had lost their intelligence to Fury, he knew he could no longer hesitate, so he brazenly activated the high-load Bloodburst State.
Majestic Dragon Qi built ferocious arms around his body.
He and Gorthax engaged in an even more intense and dangerous close-quarters slaughter!
Other allies who had fallen into Fury also roared, recklessly waving their sharp claws and spitting Dragon Breath at Gorthax.
But in front of Gorthax, who had activated the Wild State, except for the equally fierce Garros, the attacks of the other creatures appeared so pale and powerless.
Bang!
Samantha's meticulously crafted heavy alchemy armor was like fragile glass in the face of the absolute strength gap.
A violent flap of Gorthax's right wing sent her, along with her heavy armor, flying away fiercely!
The heavy armor disintegrated into countless metal fragments in mid-air, revealing Samantha's blood-drenched Red Dragon body underneath. She hit the blood-colored curtain at the edge of the space like a broken rag doll, slid down limply, and lost consciousness.
Gorthax's left wing was not idle either, striking the Iron Dragon Leticia who was attempting a sneak attack, knocking her scales to pieces, sending her flying backward, and crashing down heavily.
Meanwhile, Garros spun to slash, and the blade wings constructed of Dragon Qi landed on Gorthax continuously like a storm, leaving behind wounds that were deep enough to see bone and dripping with blood.
But under the powerful regeneration ability of the Wild State, these wounds were squirming and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Gorthax seemed completely unaware of what pain was, emitting wild, unintelligible roars from his mouth, with no emotion in his blood-red eyes other than Fury.
The Iron Dragon Sorog endured the intense pain of shattered bones, once again casting Psychic Step.
He appeared like a ghost behind the Mad King's side, extended his sharp claws, and stabbed toward the joint of Gorthax's wing, attempting to cripple one of his wings.
But the moment his figure emerged, it was detected by Gorthax's beast-like combat instinct.
The sweeping giant tail arrived first despite starting later, accompanied by a sharp whistle that tore through the air, and struck the Iron Dragon solidly.
Crack! The sound of bone shattering was clearly audible.
The Iron Dragon Sorog, as if hit by a speeding war chariot, fell in a straight line and finally smashed onto the blood-colored base at the very bottom of the arena space, struggling a few times but unable to crawl up.
The Amethyst Dragon-Lion, having already activated its second stage, let out a crazy roar and also flashed close to the target, attempting to tear at Gorthax's hind leg tendons with its sharp claws.
However, the rampaging Red Dragon didn't even turn around completely; relying only on sensing, he turned and swiped with one claw, precisely grabbing the Amethyst Dragon-Lion's head.
Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking and the extremely shrill wail emitted by the Amethyst Dragon-Lion.
Gorthax's terrifying power forcibly crushed the Dragon-Lion's tough head until it deformed and collapsed, blood streaming down its face.
Boom, boom, boom!
Garros's four giant arms, condensed from Dragon Qi, bombarded Gorthax like a raging storm, each strike containing the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, forcing the Red Dragon to defend.
The Dragon-Lion's body was flung away by the Mad King, crashing into and collapsing the only remaining half-section of stone steps in the arena, producing a dull, loud noise.
Gorthax's blood-colored dragon claws and Garros's Molten Iron Claws collided violently time and time again, and visible shockwaves, accompanied by splashing broken scales and scalding dragon blood, continuously spread and exploded between the two, further grinding the surrounding floating rubble into powder.
Rip!
A small but sharp figure appeared abruptly above the Red Dragon's back of the head.
It was the Lord of Flowers, Charles Hines.
The cross sword in his hand erupted with condensed sword light several meters long, and he thrust it vertically down toward Gorthax's head!
"Argh — —!"
With a painful and furious howl, Gorthax's head jerked violently, interrupting this dangerous strike, while simultaneously flinging Charles Hines away fiercely, followed by a ferocious headbutt that slammed solidly into the latter.
Charles Hines's Life Level was very high.
But given his race, his body strength was the weakest among all the combatants, not even as good as the Holy Spirit Deer.
Having suffered this angry blow from the Mad King, he was smashed straight into a floating charred giant rock, which instantly burst, and his figure was buried in the rubble.
At the same time.
Feeling Gorthax's seemingly endless, ferocious Aura, and taking advantage of his response to the Lord of Flowers's sneak attack, the Red-Iron Dragon let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth.
Whoosh! The dragon blood inside him seemed to be completely ignited.
Bright lines of fire suddenly ignited between the ferocious wounds all over his body and those dark red battle-scarred patterns.
These fire lines crisscrossed, rapidly spreading and connecting, eventually transforming into eerie and blazing red lotus-shaped patterns on his majestic dragon body.
Rolling heat waves swept outward with him as the center, the moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, and white mist rose.
At this moment, his strength, speed, defense... all attributes reached an unprecedented Peak in the Crimson Lotus State.
The two energy arms constructed from majestic Dragon Qi now overlapped and fused with his own physical arms.
His offensive became even more rampaging and even more difficult to resist!
Immediately after, a pair of Molten Iron Claws, condensing terrifying high temperature and power, locked onto Gorthax's exposed throat.
The sharp claws, like red-hot branding irons, tore open Gorthax's hard dragon scales and stabbed deeply into his scalding flesh, and continued to exert force, digging inward, attempting to completely cut off the Mad King's life.
The intense pain and the clearly undeniable threat coming from his neck caused Gorthax's madness and Fury to reach the ultimate Peak.
"Roar!"
He also extended his blood-drenched giant claws, and recklessly grabbed the Red-Iron Dragon's incredibly thick neck.
The two powerful giant dragons, at this moment, fell into the most primitive and cruel mutual strangulation.
Meanwhile.
The Phoenix Angia, carrying the furious flames that burned everything, dived down again.
Her eyes were blood-red, and she did not dodge or avoid at all, letting Gorthax's waving dragon wings sweep across her energy body like a guillotine, and finally, she grabbed onto Gorthax's massive body tightly, once again recklessly detonating herself.
Boom!!!
Another destructive sphere of blinding white light suddenly expanded, swallowing both the crazily slaughtering Mad King and the King of Molten Iron at the same time! The blinding light caused the space, which was on the verge of shattering, to lose its color.
"Die!"
From within the vast Nirvana flames, the hysterical roars of the two giant dragons came.
Extreme pain and killing intent made them both abandon defense, and their scarred giant claws exerted force simultaneously, actually tearing large chunks of flesh from each other's necks, and scalding dragon blood splashed like a waterfall.
It was understandable that Gorthax in the Wild State was so crazy.
But Garros, who had always been known for his rationality and strategy, at this moment seemed to have lost all calmness, his fighting style fierce and unparalleled, as if he were also fighting with the determination to perish together, never-ending, and completely unafraid of death.
When the Nirvana flames gathered again, re-forming into the Phoenix's body.
Looking at the two terrifying giant dragons that were still tightly entangled and killing with red eyes in the sea of fire, Angia finally felt a trace of fear in her eyes and dared not approach again.
The vast majority of her attacks were fire-attributed, which had limited effect on Gorthax.
Two consecutive Nirvana had already brought her to the limit; if she were affected by Fury and performed a third Nirvana, her life in this Incarnation would be completely ended, and she would have to start over from the beginning.
On the other side.
The healing white light emitted from the Holy Spirit Deer was already as weak as a candle in the wind.
It used its last bit of strength to sprinkle light containing the Origin of life onto its heavily injured companions, especially shooting the last and strongest healing ray for Garros.
Its breathing was as heavy as if it were carrying a mountain on its back.
Although it did not directly participate in the tragic slaughter, the continuous healing to the limit had almost exhausted all its energy, and its body was already severely overdrawn.
Meanwhile.
The battle between the two giant dragons, with similar Bloodlines but completely different personalities, entered the most intense white-hot stage.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every collision of theirs was like meteors clashing.
Every clash between the Molten Iron Claws and the Blood Dragon's claws exploded into circular shockwaves, grinding the surrounding floating giant rocks into powder.
Garros's sharp claws tore through Gorthax's newly healed wounds, bringing up large sprays of scalding dragon blood and shredded flesh; Gorthax's fangs bit fiercely into Garros's shoulder blade, which was as hard as adamantite, emitting a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction and shattering.
They fought from the floating giant rocks to the edge of the space, fighting until the arena space seemed to be on the verge of being obliterated, and the aftermath of the crazy battle tore huge cracks in the space curtain.
Bang! Bang!
Gorthax's tail slammed into Garros's already battle-scarred back like a heavy hammer, bursting into a cloud of blood; Garros, his giant claws burning with golden lightning and Dragon Qi, retaliated in kind, striking Gorthax's abdomen and leaving a deep, sunken crater.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Gorthax had already gone completely mad.
The Red-Iron Dragon remained silent, his attacks only growing more ferocious. His ruthless fighting style was almost identical to Gorthax's, yet unlike him, he did not roar in a loss of reason, instead condensing all his power and will into every single strike.
As time passed, the cracks on the Red-Iron Dragon's body multiplied, and those red lotus-shaped lines of fire almost turned into boiling, tangible flames.
Opposite him.
Gorthax's healing speed was slowing down. The terrifying regenerative ability brought by his Wild State seemed to be nearing its limit, and his movements inevitably began to grow sluggish.
Finally, in a headbutt collision devoid of any tricks, where both sides poured out all their strength, the energy that had accumulated to its Peak found its ultimate outlet!
Boom—!!!
An indescribable, deafening roar erupted.
Centered on the point where the two dragons' heads collided, the already cracked space shattered like fragile glass, instantly covered in dense, blinding, spiderweb-like fissures.
What shone through the cracks was no longer the blood-red color of the arena.
The gloomy, gray light of the real world and the scent of cold rain were revealed within.
Crack! Crash—!
The entire arena space, under this ultimate collision that exceeded its load-bearing limit, shattered and disintegrated with a roar.
Cold rain, carrying the distinct, fishy scent of the Serel Wilderness, poured down instantly, washing away the scalding dragon blood and pervasive smoke on the battlefield.
All combatants fell out from the shattered space fragments.
They reappeared in the real world, shrouded by a leaden-gray sky and torrential rain.
The two battle-scarred behemoths remained locked in a desperate struggle amidst the curtain of rain in the sky, strangling each other as they fought from the shattered space all the way to the real horizon. The cold rain fell upon their scorched scales and steaming blood Aura, creating a dense hissing sound and rising in great clouds of white steam.
Just then.
Garros keenly sensed the disorder in the Mad King's Aura and the sluggishness of his movements.
Gorthax's condition was clearly beginning to decline.
In a flash of lightning, Garros made an incredibly resolute decision.
He completely abandoned his own defense, letting Gorthax's still-terrifying heavy claws tear through his own abdominal dragon scales, which had become fragile from overexertion.
Agonizing pain swept through his nerves like a tsunami.
However, at that very same instant, Garros poured all the remaining Dragon Qi in his body, along with the golden lightning dancing around him, unreservedly into his right claw.
That dragon claw instantly turned a gold-red color like molten metal, emitting destructive energy fluctuations.
10th Rank Dragon Qi rotation!
— Red Lotus Burst Claw!
Puchi—!
That dragon claw, burning with gold-red steam and wreathed in wild lightning, pierced through like a red-hot blade through rotten wood. With an unstoppable, resolute will, it violently penetrated the hardest battle-scarred scales on Gorthax's chest and grabbed the Dragon Heart that was still beating wildly.
Without a moment's hesitation, Garros closed his sharp claws and crushed this powerful Dragon Heart.
To go all out and deliver the most thorough destruction to his opponent—this was his final and highest form of respect for Gorthax, who was both his father and a formidable enemy.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Gorthax's massive body stiffened abruptly; all his furious roars and movements halted, and only a short, incredulous gasp escaped his throat.
His giant eyes, burning with blood-flames, stared fixedly at Garros, who was inches away. His violent power receded like a tide, leaving only the emptiness and coldness brought by the rapid passing of life.
"Im... pos... sible..."
In his dying moments, Gorthax briefly regained clarity, squeezing out a few broken syllables from his throat. Blood foam gushed from the corners of his mouth and the massive wound on his chest, instantly washed pale red by the cold rain, flowing down his dragon body and falling toward the land below.
Garros yanked back his blood-drenched dragon claw, which even carried scattered fragments of the heart, and pushed Gorthax's massive, power-draining body far away.
Huff. He panted heavily, every breath tugging at the horrifying wound on his abdomen, bringing piercing pain.
The red lotus patterns on his body rapidly dimmed and extinguished, and his fierce, peerless Aura weakened as rapidly as an avalanche, leaving him listless.
Gorthax's strength was undoubted.
Even though he had finally been defeated, Garros himself had reached his limit, exhausted and spent. The massive wound on his abdomen, which had almost torn him in half, sent waves of agonizing pain that nearly caused him to faint.
He endured the intense pain, flapping his tattered wings to steady himself in the rain, and gazed at the falling Mad King.
Under the gaze of his own offspring, Gorthax's massive body fell helplessly toward the devastated earth along with the cold wind and rain.
However, just as he was about to smash heavily onto the surface, an unexpected change occurred.
The dragon, who should have been dead, suddenly spread his equally tattered wings, and his downward momentum stopped abruptly.
With a powerful flap of his wings, he actually steadied himself again, standing tenaciously on the surface.
The Mad King Gorthax stood upright; the massive, gaping hole in his chest was shocking, and he was covered in injuries, deep enough to see bone.
However, he did not fall as expected.
An evil, frenzied Aura, like a waking volcano, permeated from within him.
He raised his head, looking up at the Red-Iron Dragon, who was panting in the sky from exhaustion and severe injuries. A twisted smile, mixed with pain, mockery, and extreme pleasure, curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Good son, what are you expecting?"
Whoosh!
He slammed his wings, tearing through the heavy rain, and shot straight into the sky again, reaching the same altitude as Garros. Although his figure swayed, that oppressive feeling descended once more!
"Expecting to watch me breathe my last?"
"But, do you think... you can kill me?!"
Gorthax raised his head and roared, his injuries splitting open from the violent movement, causing more blood to flow.
But this blood did not drip down; instead, it burned eerily, turning into raging blood-colored flames that instantly engulfed his entire body.
The battle had continued until now; Gorthax's condition had indeed declined significantly, and his Aura was far less powerful than at the beginning.
However, overall, his current state was still far better than that of the Red-Iron Dragon, who was exhausted and suffering from near-fatal injuries.
With victory in his grasp, Gorthax opened his bloody maw, revealing his stark white fangs.
He savored this moment of reversal, licked the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and continued: "Want to know how I survived the Federation's encirclement back then?"
He was happy to share this glory before finishing off his opponent, his voice filled with pleasure.
"Heart? Head?... These fatal vital points that you Mortals, you mediocre dragons, believe in, are already irrelevant to me, Gorthax!"
"As long as my Frenzied Flame is still burning, as long as my will to destroy has not been extinguished, I will not die!"
"I am the eternal burning destruction itself!"
The moment his words fell, Gorthax flapped his wings, which were burning with blood-flames, and with an unstoppable, frenzied Aura, charged once again at the Red-Iron Dragon, who could barely maintain flight.
Garros watched the charging Mad King, took a deep breath of cold air, and squeezed out the last ounce of strength in his body.
He engaged in battle once more!
Unfortunately, his current state was truly too poor; his strength and speed had plummeted.
In less than a minute, after a strained exchange, Gorthax seized an opening, and his giant claws, burning with blood-flames, tightly clamped around Garros's neck!
"I said I would snap your neck!"
The Mad King grinned hideously, the muscles on his arms bulging terrifyingly, and he exerted force suddenly!
Crack!
A crisp and heart-palpitating sound of bone breaking rang out.
The Red-Iron Dragon's neck was snapped, his head tilted to one side at an unnatural angle, and the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed.
But this was not enough to vent his hatred; Gorthax growled, attempting to twist the Red-Iron Dragon's head off completely.
However, what happened next was completely beyond Gorthax's expectations.
A warm and brilliant light suddenly shone from the position of the Red-Iron Dragon's heart on his left chest!
The light was like living water, rapidly flowing to the Red-Iron Dragon's limbs and bones. Wherever the light passed, those shocking wounds, including his broken neck, regenerated and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The originally weak and silent heart began to beat vigorously again, like a war drum.
Crack, crack...
What shocked Gorthax even more was that the Red-Iron Dragon's head, which had originally hung limp, actually twisted back inch by inch, firmly! The bones in his neck emitted a teeth-grinding sound of healing! The power contained within was so immense, as if a giant dragon were turning over, making it difficult for Gorthax to continue his restraint.
"Father, what are you expecting again?"
A low whisper echoed faintly in Gorthax's ear.
An unprecedented chill swept through the Mad King's entire body instantly, and alarm bells rang loudly in his heart.
Bang!
A massive, powerful force erupted, and the Red-Iron Dragon broke free from his control with ease.
That strong, powerful heart beat violently, thud-thud-thud, and dense golden lightning burst forth from his body again, dancing and leaping on his majestic dragon body.
He ferociously activated both the Frenzied State and the Bloodburst State simultaneously.
Dragon Qi turned into arms once more, launching a fierce attack on Gorthax!
"You?! How is that possible?!"
Gorthax was furious. After a brief moment of shock and disbelief came the rage of being completely toyed with.
He forcefully suppressed his injuries and entered the Wild State again, the blood-flames on his body burning intensely.
The arena space had already collapsed, and now the sky was vast; he had the option to retreat.
But his extremely inflated anger and the deeply ingrained fighting instinct of a Wild Dragon meant that he didn't even consider the thought of running away. Instead, he roared and clashed violently once again with the Red-Iron Dragon, who seemed to have been reborn.
This was precisely the most fatal flaw of the Wild Dragon.
Wild Dragons possess unparalleled combat power, but once they have a taste for blood, they fall into a reckless, fight-to-the-death battle frenzy, until one side completely falls.
However, Gorthax's condition was no longer what it used to be.
The forcibly activated Wild State could not reverse the absolute gap in power.
After just a few minutes of extremely intense aerial combat.
Boom!
A giant dragon shadow plummeted straight from the sky like a meteorite, smashing heavily onto the earth.
Accompanied by earth and stone flying into the sky and a deafening, earth-shaking roar, a huge, sunken crater was smashed into the ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading a long distance.
The Mad King Gorthax's tattered body lay at the very bottom of the deep crater, with dragon blood almost dyeing the bottom of the pit into a pool of blood.
Before he could struggle to stand up.
Another meteorite followed closely, crashing down!
Crash!!!
Amidst the earth-shaking, terrifying momentum, the Red-Iron Dragon crashed down ferociously, stepping heavily onto Gorthax's chest and abdomen.
The immense power caused the Mad King's last scales to shatter completely, and his bones emitted a continuous sound of breaking. His life Aura, like a candle in the wind, rapidly weakened.
Garros leaned down, one dragon claw tightly gripping the Mad King's neck.
He flapped his wings, ignoring his weak resistance, and shot straight into the sky once more, standing amidst the wind and rain.
"It is over."
He was panting slightly, but his voice remained calm, echoing between heaven and earth.
"Father, I have won this battle in the end."
Holding the Mad King high with a single claw, Garros looked directly into those blood-red eyes that held only madness, declaring the final outcome.
At this moment, the Red-Iron Dragon's majestic and towering figure, though covered in wounds, stood tall and proud in the high sky.
He seemed to have become the center of this world.
The wind and rain were still howling, but the sound now seemed to be cheering for this victory, as if celebrating the imminent birth of the strongest dragon in the world.