The hit-and-run tactics of splitting up had completely failed.
Now, with their leader's appearance, the Dominic Dragon Flight decided to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Ignas Dragon Flight.
Meanwhile, all the warriors of the Molten Iron Legion—dragons, lords, and ordinary retainers alike—cast their gazes toward the towering and formidable draconic silhouette on their side.
Under the watchful eyes of the multitude, the Red-Iron Dragon spread his wings and soared upward, reaching the same height as Heart of Thunder.
He suddenly unfurled his wings, and a violent, thick draconic aura surged into the sky, even punching a hole through the dark clouds overhead, standing on equal footing with the Blue Dragon leader's might.
High in the sky, the two great dragons wore cold expressions, facing off from a distance.
Their eyes met, their reddish and deep blue pupils reflecting each other's figures.
The Red-Iron Dragon's lips curled up in a wild, unbridled arc, while the Blue Dragon's expression remained calm, with faint, visible sparks of lightning dancing across his face.
As they locked eyes, Garros recalled the information revealed by the Blue Dragon Zolaya.
Heart of Thunder practiced both the Storm Sorcerer Path and the Hundred-Battle Path, and his Ranks in both were very high.
This Hundred-Battle Storm Dragon excelled in both long-range attacks and close-quarters combat, with no obvious shortcomings except for a subtle, hard-to-detect weakness left by a past injury.
While the Red-Iron Dragon scrutinized his opponent, the Blue Dragon leader was also staring intently at him.
"Son of Gorthax, heh. To be able to kill your elder Dragon Father, you are indeed not to be underestimated."
The Blue Dragon leader spoke slowly.
After the Red Dragon Gorthax fled the wilderness years ago, he had visited the coastal regions and crossed paths with Heart of Thunder. Though no conflict occurred, he had left a deep impression.
The sense of violence and evil currently emanating from the Red-Iron Dragon bore some resemblance to Gorthax.
Creatures of other races might not be able to tell the difference between one dragon and another, but the Blue Dragon leader saw it clearly; some of the Red Dragon traits on the King of Molten Iron were similar to those of Gorthax.
It was certain that he had some connection to Gorthax.
The rumors of the King of Molten Iron's patricide were indeed true.
As he spoke, more electric arcs leapt from the Blue Dragon leader's body, shimmering between his deep blue scales, and his aura became deeper and more dangerous.
—Full Charge State.
Activating the Full Charge State meant that the Blue Dragon leader was getting serious; he didn't want to waste time with probing and intended to go all out immediately.
"I was actually seriously considering the idea of an alliance with your flight."
Heart of Thunder's voice grew lower as he said, "But now, your leading of a legion to launch an attack has completely infuriated me. I guarantee that I will make you regret your reckless behavior."
To the Blue Dragon leader's long-winded speech, Garros responded with just five words.
He shook his head slightly and said, "You talk too much."
Across from him, the Blue Dragon leader's face suddenly grew even gloomier as he looked at the Red-Iron Dragon.
"Come and face the thunder!"
Heart of Thunder let out a roar, tilting his head back to let out a draconic cry. Simultaneously, he suddenly unfurled his wings completely, the wing membranes shimmering with countless lightning-like patterns.
Heavenly Thunder!
Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and rolled.
One bolt of Heavenly Thunder after another descended from the sky with deafening booms, crackling toward Garros. Moving with incomparable speed, they instantly swallowed the Red-Iron Dragon, while some also affected other dragons and lords on his side.
To dodge the aftershocks, the Ignas Dragon Flight scattered.
The dragons behind Heart of Thunder flapped their wings and charged forward once again.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Nearly hundreds of thick lightning bolts streaked across the sky simultaneously, lighting up the dark dome of the heavens. They fell upon the Red-Iron Dragon in a funnel shape, swallowing him whole. The bolts continued to fall relentlessly, blasting him from the sky down to the ground, creating a massive charred crater that continued to expand.
A full minute later.
This terrifying scene finally began to subside.
Perest's draconic cry ceased, and the shimmering patterns on his wing membranes returned to their normal brightness.
He looked down at the charred pit filled with smoke and steam, letting out a cold sneer.
"No attempt to dodge at all? Arrogant to the extreme, indeed. He's only one step away from his father's madness."
Neither Red Dragons nor Iron Dragons possessed outstanding resistance to the lightning element.
Seeing the Red-Iron Dragon so overconfident that he had tanked an entire round of Heavenly Thunder, Heart of Thunder believed victory was assured. Forget an 18th-Rank dragon—even a 20th-Rank one would be either dead or severely injured by now.
Sizzle! Sizzle.
Suddenly, a harsh sound of electric current crackled on the ground.
Heart of Thunder's eyes narrowed as he focused his gaze.
Whoosh!
A massive draconic wing suddenly lifted, kicking up a gale that blew away the steam and dust.
And so, the formidable dragon—whose size had swelled another notch, his bulging muscles straining against his scales—reappeared in the Blue Dragon leader's field of vision.
Upon his black dragon scales, which were now heavily cracked and broken but remained largely intact...
...dense golden lightning and blue thunder were dancing and leaping simultaneously.
As time passed, the golden lightning became even more concentrated and fierce, while the blue thunder was gradually suppressed and absorbed, causing the Red-Iron Dragon's body to grow slightly larger once more.
"A slight numbness and stinging... heh, what a wonderful feeling."
Garros shook his thick neck and looked up at the Blue Dragon leader, saying, "Thank you for this generous gift, but it isn't enough to make me spare you."
This was the gap in intelligence.
The Blue Dragon leader didn't know that Garros possessed the Frenzied State skill and had extremely high lightning resistance.
Dense and continuous large-area lightning skills were far less effective than a concentrated strike. Instead, the stimulation from the extra lightning made Garros's Frenzied State even more powerful than usual.
Garros, on the other hand, had learned about the Blue Dragon leader's combat habits through a traitor.
When facing a strong opponent, Heart of Thunder liked to lead with large-scale long-range attacks to force the enemy to dodge, dealing damage while draining their stamina.
Garros had simply tanked it all.
At the cost of many cracked Frostburn Scales, he had gained a stronger Frenzied State and a massive amount of thermal energy.
On the other side, Heart of Thunder's smile had vanished.
Garros also possessed the lightning attribute, which was beyond his expectations; his previous attack had actually charged him up.
However, Heart of Thunder did not back down. He had fought against Storm Giant clans and knew how to deal with creatures with high lightning resistance. He possessed skills that could reduce a target's lightning resistance and was himself a Hundred-Battle Dragon skilled in melee.
Rumble!
The Blue Dragon leader spread his wings, and bolts of Heavenly Thunder descended from the sky once more, but they did not continue to strike Garros.
Every bolt of lightning struck himself.
The lightning around his body condensed to the extreme, transforming into a suit of lightning armor in an instant.
Whoosh!
With a flap of his wings, the Blue Dragon leader's massive body erupted with a terrifying speed that belied its size. Like a true, gargantuan bolt of lightning, he tore through the air and lunged straight at Garros.
Wherever he passed, the sky seemed to be plowed into deep furrows by the stray electric arcs.
Boom!
The charred pit beneath the Red-Iron Dragon collapsed and shattered again, with countless cracks spreading out. He transformed into a meteor shooting upward, charging into the sky.
Besides the two flight masters, the other dragons were also engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
Cloudsplitter led several adult dragons to target Golden Dragon Alberto; Blue Dragon Zolaya and Iron Dragon Leticia were locked in combat; other adult dragons were held back by several lords; Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Sorog were unstoppable among the Young Adult Dragons; and the Young Dragons and below were leading their retainers in fierce battles in the lower altitudes and on the ground.
No longer focused on probing and skirmishing as before, the two dragon flights collided head-on.
Between the wind-swept, lightning-filled sky and the earth, the dragon war instantly reached a fever pitch.
Beneath the firmament, above Thunder Cliff.
Time seemed to slow down as, in an instant, two massive, sturdy draconic figures collided violently.
BOOM—!!!
A thunderous roar, as if two meteors had collided head-on, erupted, shocking the entire battlefield into silence.
Flames, storms, Dragon Qi, and lightning—different energies and forces ground against each other frantically at the point of contact.
Blinding electric light and scorching Dragon Qi spread outward in rings, instantly evaporating the falling raindrops into a thick white mist. Several adult dragons near the center of the collision were even sent tumbling away by the shockwave.
Bang!
Garros's claws locked tightly with Perest's lightning-armored talons. Muscles bulged, and the friction between their scales produced a tooth-aching metallic grinding sound.
Their physical strength was being consumed in a frantic struggle.
Thick arcs of electricity erupted from Perest, attempting to penetrate Garros's scales, but most were weakened by his lightning resistance, leaving only dancing sparks and faint scorch marks on the surface.
Creeeak. The dragon arms covered in deep blue scales were pushed back inch by inch, unable to withstand the Red-Iron Dragon's strength.
Lightning flickered in Perest's eyes, and his expression was tense; he could feel the opponent's strength surging forth like a volcanic eruption.
Blue Dragons were not known for their strength, but that was in comparison to Red Dragons.
In reality, a Blue Dragon's strength was not weak. With the gap in age and Life Level, plus the lightning stimulating his body for a burst of power, he should have been able to crush the younger Red-Iron Dragon before him.
The reality, however, was that he was gradually losing the struggle.
At the same time, the Red-Iron Dragon let out a low growl as dark red flames surged from behind his wings.
With a sweep of his wings, he pushed the Mature Adult Blue Dragon backward at high speed, plowing a visible trail through the air as he sought to slam the Blue Dragon into the ground.
A flash of astonishment crossed Perest's eyes, and his mind raced.
No longer obsessed with the contest of strength, he suddenly jerked his head back.
Within his maw, countless bolts of lightning crisscrossed between his teeth. Highly compressed, a Thunderstorm Dragon Breath imbued with an aura of destruction condensed into form.
The power of a Blue Dragon's breath ranked first among the Chromatic Dragons.
The Blue Dragon leader's Thunderstorm Dragon Breath was enhanced by skills, making it even more powerful than ordinary lightning Dragon Breath.
At almost the same moment, the Red-Iron Dragon also took a deep breath. His broad chest swelled violently, and an unsettling light glowed deep within his throat.
It was not pure fire; it was a mixture of molten metal flames and shimmering golden light.
Flame-Thunder Breath!
Thunderstorm Dragon Breath!
No dodging, no yielding—only the most extreme head-on clash.
BOOM—!!!
The heavens and earth lost their color, and all things fell silent.
The two Dragon Breaths collided at almost zero distance.
The intense light instantly turned the vision of everyone looking up into a field of pure white, followed by a deafening, terrifying roar.
The sky was transformed into a furnace of interwoven brilliant gold, deep blue, and crimson. Turbulent energy surged outward like a tsunami, directly shredding and evaporating nearby dark clouds.
As the light and explosions slightly subsided, the creatures on the battlefield could barely make out the scene in the sky, their ears still ringing.
Both flight masters had been violently blown apart by the breath explosion.
Most of the lightning armor on Heart of Thunder's body had shattered. The edges of his deep blue scales were a scorched dark red, with many torn open, and wisps of blue smoke rose along with the smell of burning.
Opposite him, Garros's Frostburn Scales were almost entirely shattered and cracked, revealing black-and-Red Dragon scales covered in battle-scarred patterns. There were also many traces of lightning burns, and his flesh was torn in several places.
The Blue Dragon leader's breath was very strong and seemed to carry some sort of magic penetration effect.
Even with Garros's lightning resistance, he hadn't been able to mitigate much of the damage.
"That stung a bit, but it's not even enough to make me feel pleasure!"
The Red-Iron Dragon shook his ringing head and broke into a gruesome, exhilarated smile, revealing his interlocking forest of white teeth.
Frenzied Flame flickered in his heart, and the bloodshot lines in his eyes gradually increased.
However, Garros did not completely surrender to instinct like the Red Dragon Father had. His mind kept working, allowing him to think as calmly as possible even as his anger rose.
"You want to feel pain? I'll grant your wish!"
Heart of Thunder roared as the shattered lightning armor around him suddenly disintegrated and was absorbed into his body.
His draconic pupils seemed to turn into two swirling thunderstorms, and blinding electric light flowed like blood through the gaps between his deep blue scales.
Overcharge State, activate!
His breathing became exceptionally heavy, but his overall aura grew further.
Buzz—!
The air let out an overburdened hum.
Perest's speed, strength, and the destructive power of the lightning around him suddenly jumped to a new level.
With a flap of his wings, his figure instantly blurred, turning into dozens of lightning afterimages that were hard to distinguish from the real one, pouncing on Garros from all directions.
Visage of the Astral Self!
Dragon Qi transformed into a thick helmet enveloping the Red-Iron Dragon's head, leaving only a pair of deep pupils visible.
The Red-Iron Dragon's pupils dilated and contracted rapidly, capturing every trace of energy and air movement.
He didn't try to distinguish between all the afterimages; instead, relying on his Martial Dragon combat instincts, he suddenly twisted his body.
Rip!
His draconic wings, like giant blades, swept toward a region in the rear flank where energy was most concentrated, accompanied by a scream of tearing air.
Crack!
An afterimage was split in two, sparks flying everywhere.
And that was just the beginning.
The Martial Dragon's claws, tail, and wings all became the deadliest of weapons, shattering the lightning dragons attacking him one by one.
Thud!
Another solid collision.
Garros's tail pierced the chest of an afterimage, and with a shake and a whip, he sent it exploding.
Just then, he felt a pain in his right abdomen.
Taking advantage of the distraction from the afterimages, Heart of Thunder approached as if teleporting and tore through the Red-Iron Dragon's scales with his claws.
The lightning on his claws coiled around like maggots on a bone, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound and forming dense, needle-like stings.
Action Surge!
Swish!
Another claw strike swept across almost simultaneously, adding more wounds to Garros.
"Roar!"
Garros felt the pain, and his anger flared even higher.
He took a sharp breath, Dragon Qi surging through his body. In the next moment, the protrusions gathered behind his shoulder blades solidified and swelled rapidly.
Poof! Poof!
Two sharp-clawed, strong, and thick Dragon Qi arms, lifelike in appearance, condensed into form.
Perest's pupils contracted.
Garros gave him no time for surprise.
Four draconic arms—some as fists, some as claws, some as palms—enveloped Perest like a torrential storm.
The upper pair of arms clenched into fists, hammering down like heavy maces toward the Blue Dragon's head and spine; the lower pair of arms had chilling claws, specializing in attacking soft areas like the abdomen and wing membrane joints.
Perest flapped his wings frantically, pushing his speed to the limit.
He left zig-zagging trails of lightning in the air, dodging the air-tight attacks.
His lightning claw strikes and Garros's claws continuously clashed, erupting in a constant barrage of metallic clangs and energy explosions.
But two fists were no match for four hands; under Garros's violent onslaught, the wounds on his body began to multiply rapidly.
Thunder Shackles!
In the gaps between dodges, Perest clenched his claws in the air, manifesting a sorcerer skill.
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Boom! Countless thick chains of lightning descended from the dark clouds, coalescing into four stout chains that coiled around Garros's four dragon arms, attempting to restrain him.
"Shatter for me!"
The Red-Iron Dragon roared, his four dragon arms bulging with muscle, and he struggled violently outward.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
Those lightning chains, which were strong enough to bind a Mature Adult Dragon, were snapped in half by his sheer force.
At the same time, one of his right arms bypassed Heart of Thunder's block, his claws pressed together like a blade, and with a sharp whistling sound, he thrust directly at the Blue Dragon's relatively vulnerable armpit.
Claw Strike Mastery, Weak Point Strike!
Riiip! Scales shattered, and dragon blood splattered everywhere!
Perest let out a pained roar as a deep wound was carved into the connection between his left forelimb and body, with electricity and blood gushing out together.
The speed of his sharp claws suddenly increased, sweeping across the Red-Iron Dragon's neck.
Hundred-Battle Skill: Counter-Strike!
Crack! A large chunk of scales, along with flesh, was gouged out, and the residual lightning left the wound charred black.
As the intense pain hit, Garros let out a low roar, but it wasn't a roar of pain; rather, it sounded like some kind of excited hiss.
Through day-after-day of high-intensity tempering, he had long since adapted to pain, even treating it as a form of pleasure, never flinching because of it.
Heart of Thunder and the King of Molten Iron were locked in a fast and fierce exchange.
Shattered scales and dragon blood were scattered everywhere.
Heavenly Punishment Lightning!
The Blue Dragon leader suddenly retreated violently, while raising his head and roaring.
Thunder danced wildly across the sky, constantly condensing and concentrating toward a single point amidst the dark clouds, emitting a dangerous aura.
At the same time, the Martial Dragon, the Red-Iron Dragon, also caught his opening.
Continue the attack, or retreat to avoid the brunt of the assault.
"Heh, me, avoiding the brunt of his assault?"
Sensing the vigorous energy of the dragon jade, the Red-Iron Dragon made his choice in an instant.
He extended his wings to their limit, and Dragon Qi surged and gathered upon them, resembling two giant blades capable of cutting through anything.
Accompanied by the thick aura surging behind his wings, his body suddenly spun.
Clang! His right wing, like a blade, instantly swept across the Blue Dragon leader's chest, sending sparks flying and leaving a long, shattered trail.
Riiip! His left wing, like a blade, slashed at the same spot, completely tearing open the dragon scales and forming a deep bloody gash that almost pierced through the Blue Dragon leader's chest.
At the same time, the Heavenly Punishment Lightning fully condensed.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Boom!
The Heavenly Punishment Lightning, several meters thick, descended at the speed of light, striking the Red-Iron Dragon's back and slamming him toward the surface once again, creating a huge crater.
"Not enough!"
Lightning flashed in the Blue Dragon's eyes.
He knew very well that the Heavenly Punishment Lightning could not kill the King of Molten Iron; the opponent's lightning resistance was too high.
Decisive, the Blue Dragon leader no longer worried about the aftereffects and let out a deafening dragon roar toward the sky, resonating with the heavens.
Countless thick, natural lightning bolts crackled and descended, striking him once again.
His body began to swell visibly, and the lightning on his scales became so dense that it flowed like liquid, a pressure far exceeding before sweeping out.
Overlimit State!
This was Perest's trump card skill, which traded life energy to obtain powerful strength for a short time, but if used for too long, it could cause his Life Level to drop, requiring a long time to recover.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Under the stimulation of the Overlimit State, the Blue Dragon leader's heartbeat sounded like thunder, which was also the origin of his title, Heart of Thunder.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The thunderous heartbeat grew louder and louder, merging into one, and it was not limited to the sky; it also rose from the surface—clearly, it was the heartbeat of another dragon.
The Blue Dragon leader's gaze narrowed as he looked toward the scorched crater on the ground.
Rolling waves of heat spread out, evaporating the sky full of rain into white steam, and in the dense steam, a giant dragon with dragon scales glowing a high-temperature branding red appeared and disappeared, with textures like blooming Red Lotus shining on its scales.
It was none other than Garros, who had activated the Crimson Lotus State.
"Good, good, good!"
"I underestimated you; you have the capital for your arrogance!"
The Overlimit State drained life energy every second, so the Blue Dragon leader roared and charged toward the Red-Iron Dragon without the slightest hesitation.
The Crimson Lotus State also placed a huge burden on Garros.
He let out a low roar, flapped his wings, and charged toward the Blue Dragon leader.
At this moment, the Blue Dragon leader's speed surged again, almost turning into a physical bolt of lightning; every movement carried a deafening sonic boom, and every attack contained the might of heavenly thunder.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The sky seemed to have turned into a giant god's forge, and every collision between the two giant dragons erupted with a soul-shaking roar.
Energy shockwaves spread in circles, tearing the dark clouds in the sky to shreds, even briefly revealing the gray sky behind them.
The battle entered its most brutal stage, with dragon blood falling from the sky like raindrops.
Dragon claws, dragon tails, wing strikes—the two leaders of the dragon flights attacked each other crazily, every clash emitting blinding sparks and energy debris.
Heart of Thunder was faster, while the King of Molten Iron's strength and defense were superior.
For a time, it was difficult to determine a winner.
However, while fighting, Garros always maintained a sliver of clarity, using his reason to control his power.
"His speed exceeds mine."
"Once he realizes there is no possibility of victory and flees at any cost, it will be difficult for me to stop him."
"According to Zolaya, Heart of Thunder is not the type to fight to the death without retreating, which makes him vastly different from Gorthax."
The Red-Iron Dragon's eyes flickered as he pondered.
A Level 20 Blue Dragon with lightning-like speed; if he let him escape, the future consequences would be endless.
At this moment, he thought of the Dragon Father's weakness mentioned by Zolaya.
The Red-Iron Dragon's eyes gleamed with madness, as if he had lost his reason, launching a fierce attack with almost no defense.
Since his father had the same temperament and he also possessed Red Dragon Bloodline, Heart of Thunder did not suspect anything.
His body brought up countless afterimages, constantly attacking around the Red-Iron Dragon, leaving one shocking wound after another on his body.
At the same time.
Garros, at the cost of being injured, quietly guided Perest to make high-speed, large-scale turns and evasions, especially when he needed to use his right wing.
Finally, after dozens of seconds.
Under an opening that Garros intentionally offered, Perest attempted to use his limit speed to maneuver to his side and launch a fatal blow.
He flapped his left wing violently and twisted his right wing.
Now!
The madness in the Red-Iron Dragon's eyes completely faded, replaced by indifference and a hint of satisfaction at having succeeded.
[In his youth, his father's right wing had been severely torn.]
[Although it healed later during his slumber, it left a psychological shadow, which would cause him to reveal a subtle, hard-to-detect opening.]
— This was the weakness information revealed by Zolaya.
Indeed, this weakness was very hard to detect.
If not for Garros maintaining his Visage of the Astral Self, having extremely strong insight and perception, and having been focusing on observing, he would not have been able to catch this instantaneous, extremely subtle hesitation of Heart of Thunder.
"Die!" Garros let out a roar!
He abandoned all defense, overlapping his Dragon Qi arms with his own, and with speed exceeding any previous attack, he slammed fiercely toward the Blue Dragon leader, whose movements were slowed by a fraction due to his right wing's hesitation.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
Four dull sounds, like Sharp Weapons piercing flesh, sounded almost simultaneously.
Heart of Thunder's two sharp claws dug into the Red-Iron Dragon's side ribs and abdomen respectively, tearing off broken bones and large chunks of flesh.
But he himself was also hit hard.
Almost at the same time.
Garros's right claw stabbed into the root of Perest's right wing.
He tore violently!
Crack! Accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound of bones shattering, the entire right wing was almost torn off at the root, flying away with a sky full of lightning and dragon blood!
Garros's left claw, with fingers like knives, dug deep into Perest's lumbar spine.
Crack! Another crisp sound, and the Blue Dragon leader's lumbar spine was directly pulverized.
"Ugh, ahhh—!!!" Perest let out an unprecedented, shrill scream of agony.
He overdrawn his life, and the lightning around his body became fiercely intense, as if in a final flash of life, striking Garros's chest and forcing him to fly backward.
Feeling the heavy injuries his body had suffered, Heart of Thunder realized that if he continued to fight, he would almost certainly die.
Hum! Just then.
The Blue Dragon Zolaya, who had been fighting with the Iron Dragon Leticia, had a flash of determination in her eyes.
She roared and suddenly erupted into a super-electric state similar to the Blue Dragon leader, her speed increasing sharply, shaking off the Iron Dragon Leticia.
"Father, run! I will cover your retreat!"
The Blue Dragon Zolaya lunged toward where her dragon father was, seemingly wanting to intercept the King of Molten Iron in front of him.
Although she was not as strong as her dragon father, as a Mature Adult Blue Dragon, if she was willing to risk her life, she could at least delay him for some time.
Zolaya, like a sky-blue bolt of lightning, quickly approached her dragon father.
Then, she raised her dragon head, and between her unique forked dragon horns, a rich emerald-green light lit up.
The emerald-green lightning flashed and disappeared, striking Heart of Thunder.
They were pervasive, infiltrating along Heart of Thunder's wounds and corroding into his body, and wherever they passed, a distinct, eerie green color appeared on Heart of Thunder's body.
"You! Zolaya! Traitor!" Heart of Thunder roared, but he had no time to worry about killing the traitor.
Zzzzt. He overdrawn his life without hesitation, and the lightning on his body became so dense that it solidified, plugging his wounds and even constructing a brand-new thunderous right wing.
At this moment, he looked as if he had become semi-elementalized.
Zzzap! He flapped his dragon wings, and like a blue bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, he fled into the distance without hesitation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of sonic booms rang out, and behind the Red-Iron Dragon's wings, flames of air dozens of meters long spewed out, like red lightning chasing the Blue Dragon leader.
"Damn it, damn it!"
"Zolaya! I should have slaughtered you long ago!"
On the Blue Dragon leader's semi-elementalized body were patches of deep green, which were corroding his lightning and preventing him from reaching his top speed.
Looking back, circles of sonic barrier clouds exploded behind the Red-Iron Dragon as he chased at high speed.
The distance between the two gradually closed.
"King of Molten Iron, you are also heavily injured yourself; do you really want to kill me completely?!"
The Blue Dragon leader roared in anger, but received no response.
The Red-Iron Dragon just stared at him coldly, approaching rapidly.
"Good! Then let's die together!" The Blue Dragon leader's eyes gleamed with madness.
Driven to a desperate situation, he did not consider begging for mercy; in his heart, there was only the determination to perish together with the enemy before him.
He suddenly turned around, no longer fleeing, but transformed into a resolute blue meteor, charging fiercely toward the unrelenting Red-Iron Dragon.
Often, being able to defeat does not mean being able to kill.
A dragon at the end of its rope is the most dangerous creature.
There are many examples of two dragons with not very large gaps in strength ending up perishing together because the battle was too intense.
Facing the Blue Dragon leader who wanted to perish with him, although the Red-Iron Dragon was already covered in wounds, there was no fear in his eyes; instead, he flapped his wings and flew to meet him even faster.
The distance between them vanished in an instant.
The Blue Dragon leader did not use any fancy techniques; he overdrawn all his life, leaving no room for anything else, concentrating all his thunder and lightning at this moment.
At this moment, he had almost turned into a pure Dragon of Lightning.
Full elementalization is a skill that only Legendary dragons can master.
Although the Blue Dragon leader had not yet fully elementalized, his state at this moment was not much different.
"Let's die together!" The Dragon of Lightning roared and collided head-on with the Red-Iron Dragon.
Hum! There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected.
At the moment of contact, time seemed to freeze.
A lightning singularity appeared in the center of the collision.
Immediately after, this singularity shrank inward violently, and then—Boom!!!!!
An indescribably terrifying explosion erupted!
A ball of light mixed with thunder and flames rose slowly like a sun beneath the dark clouds, expanding rapidly.
Wherever it passed, all rain instantly vaporized.
The dark clouds above were also evaporated into a hollow.
And in the very center of the light ball, the red and blue figures were tightly entangled and wearing each other down in the torrent of destruction.
Liquid lightning acted like countless sharp blades.
They were everywhere, cutting, piercing, and disintegrating Garros's body.
Garros's body groaned under the unbearable strain, muscles tearing, and dragon scales constantly shattering and peeling off under such attacks, revealing the charred, carbonized flesh underneath, and even the stark white bones could be seen.
But such injuries still did not make him back down.
Garros showed a terrifying smile at the Blue Dragon leader, while extending both claws; one stabbed fiercely into Perest's chest, grabbing that frantically beating Heart of Thunder, and the other pierced through his neck, tearing his trachea and blood vessels, tearing his elementalized body apart.
The sun-like ball of lightning slowly dimmed and disappeared, revealing two bodies that were almost unrecognizable.
"You... together... go to Hell!" The Blue Dragon leader let out a final, intermittent roar.
"Sorry, I'm afraid... I cannot let you... have your way." The hoarse voice died down.
Then, under the Blue Dragon leader's incredulous gaze, a shining light suddenly lit up in the Red-Iron Dragon's left chest cavity, and a majestic and vigorous life energy flowed from the inside out through his whole body.
The terrible wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his weak aura rose rapidly.
"You!" The Blue Dragon leader was shocked and angry, his aura, like a candle in the wind, vanishing in an instant, and the light in his eyes dimmed and disappeared completely.
He was dead, and his elementalized body returned to its original state.
Riiip! Garros, carrying the Blue Dragon's broken corpse, flew back to the other side of the battlefield.
With his arrival, the entire battlefield fell into dead silence.
The previous clamor ceased abruptly.
The King of Molten Iron, suspended in the air, holding the remains of the loser in his hand, lowered his eyes to overlook this brand-new Domain he had conquered.
At the same time.
The will to resist of the survivors of the Dominic Dragon Flight completely collapsed with the fall of their leader.
Garros slowly withdrew his blood-stained arm, allowing Perest's broken body to fall to the ground, his gaze sweeping over the enemy dragon flight below, who were silent as cicadas in winter, their morale completely disintegrated.
Then, he raised his head to the sky and let out a dragon roar that declared victory and shook the heavens!
"Roar—!!!"
After a brief pause, the roars and howls of the Molten Iron Tribe dragons and their kin sounded simultaneously, the voices excited and fanatical, soaring straight into the clouds.
This battle had basically come to an end.
Not long after, the King of Molten Iron's dragon flag was officially planted on the peak of Thunder Cliff.