The ten-meter distance was but a blink of an eye for Kalon. The approach of such powerful creatures as Dragon caused even the Ogre Warlock who frequently followed the tribe to conquer other opponents to panic. However, the battle-hardened Ogre Warlocks instinctively raised their staves, attempting to activate the shamanic magic within their bodies to protect themselves, but in the next moment, a hell of high temperature and raging fire descended. This was Red Dragon's innate domain—[All Things Turn to Ash].
The coverage of the domain All Things Turn to Ash was not large, but the rising magma aura within its range affected the breathing of all creatures. The ordinary Ogre Warriors had difficulty breathing, and even the air within the scorching domain was parched.
They tried to hold their breath, raising the weapons in their hands to stab at the charging Red Dragon, but the usually firm and solid ground no longer supported their heavy bodies. The ground began to deform, either collapsing or rising, and the obstructed Warriors stumbled and fell to the ground after taking only a few steps. The high temperature quickly ignited their bodies, and the weapons in their hands were also engulfed in flames.
The characteristic of seemingly burning everything not only ignited the magic in the air, but even the magic within the Warlocks' bodies was affected and began to boil, like boiling water surging through the Ogre's body.
These Warlocks were unable to control their magic and bodies, and one by one, they fell helplessly within the Red Dragon's innate domain, becoming fuel to feed the domain's flames.
The Ogre Warlocks who could barely resist the rebellion of their body's magic were also swept by Kalon's rapidly charging front claws. The death-seeking sharp claws were like the sharpest swords, severing the bodies of the fleeing Ogres into two halves. The Ogre's powerful vitality caused the two halves of the body lying on the ground to continue twitching, and as the high temperature eroded them, raging flames rose from the Ogre's fat and fleshy body.
Only the most powerful Two-Headed Ogre Warlock Black, an Ogre with two heads, possessed powerful mental strength. Although he was a high-ranking Warlock, he was not lacking in Ogre's ferocity. He forcibly controlled his constantly boiling and heating magic to release protective spells through his scepter, while his mouth and legs continuously retreated backward, trying to escape this fatal purgatory.
"You're Seeking your own death now dragon for what you have done ," Ogre Tyrant Morgor was originally confident, guarding the other Young Dragon, but the change happened too quickly. In a short time, more than ten of the powerful Ogre Warriors who could follow him to conquer many tribes had died.
And those precious Ogre Warlocks fell like rice harvested by a sickle in an autumn field, which filled him with rage. He immediately strode forward, his anger making him want to tear that Red Dragon to shreds.
The Young Dragons, who had received Kalon's instructions beforehand, took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the charging Red Dragon, and immediately gathered and broke through in the opposite direction from Kalon.the Red Dragon Klenaya led the way, spreading her wings and charging towards the Ogre on the cliff who had not yet reacted. White Dragon camid remained silent, closely following behind to launch an assault.
At this moment, Giant Ogre Fafna on the other side also reacted, roaring in Ogre language, telling the surrounding Ogre Warriors to disperse to avoid being slaughtered by the Red Dragon. Her immense mental power arrived first, an invisible mental wave attempting to penetrate Kalon's mind, repeating the same trick she used against Akzi and Carlit, to deliver a fatal blow to the Red Dragon.
This was the Giant Ogre's ability inherited from ancient Sea Demon, Mental Whip. Her powerful mental energy condensed into tentacles, fiercely piercing into the Red Dragon's mind, lashing at Kalon's consciousness, while also splitting off a portion of mental power to try and control the Red Dragon's body. The Red Dragon's sharp claws had already reached for the wide-eyed Two-Headed Ogre Warlock.
Kalon felt the control of his body snatched away in that instant. The Giant Ogre's powerful mental force was all-pervasive, trying to control every inch of his muscles. And in his sea of consciousness, the whip formed by that mental power lashed out.
With a crack, his mental power, far inferior to the opponent's, was like butter being sliced by a hot knife. A sharp pain suddenly erupted in his mind, and his ears buzzed as if they were trapped inside a bronze bell being struck fiercely. Kalon's vision instantly went black, and a fierce roar immediately escaped him. The surging domain instantly dissipated.
But at this very moment, the mysterious runes hidden deep within the Psionic Vortex seemed to have encountered a honey badger with a spicy snake, or a rooster seeing a centipede. The originally dense runes glowed faintly, and the marvelous construct formed by the mysterious runes suddenly extended countless chains made of tiny runes, quietly emerging from Kalon's sea of consciousness.
The next instant, as if traversing through void, they appeared out of thin air before the part of the mental power that did not belong to Kalon. The tiny rune chains gently coiled, firmly locking a portion of the Giant Ogre's mental power, which was originally formless and free to come and go.
Before the Giant Ogre could react, the chains immediately emitted a suction force, absorbing the Giant Monster's mental power like drinking water, gulping it down until it was completely absorbed. Only then did they contentedly retract into the Psionic Vortex in Kalon's mind, transforming back into a few tiny, mustard-seed-sized runes attached to the construct.
In this blink of an eye, Kalon regained control of his body. Although his forward-charging body was momentarily out of control for a brief instant, Kalon's sharp claws, unstoppable in their momentum, still swung out due to inertia. *Pfft*, the thin shield of the old Warlock, who had been releasing spells within Kalon's innate domain and whose magic was constantly being burned and consumed by the domain, was instantly torn apart by the sharp Dragon claws.
The remaining force of the sharp Dragon claws incidentally severed the right arm of this old Ogre, who was holding his scepter high.
"Ah ah ah ah," Giant Ogre Fafna and the Two-Headed Ogre Warlock screamed almost simultaneously, but her cries were far more shrill than Ogre Warlock Black's.
The Giant Ogre, who had always relied on her powerful mental abilities to be invincible, had never experienced such intense pain. The pain of being cut mentally and the fear of a part of her mind being permanently missing completely overwhelmed her at this moment. The Giant Ogre, with faint golden blood oozing from her facial features, rolled on the ground, clutching her head in agony.
Kalon, now clear-headed, endured the sharp pain in his mind, wanting to return and tear the dismembered Ogres to shreds. But the Ogre Warriors, who had just been dispersed by the domain, were already showing signs of surrounding him. The Ogres on the cliff no longer cared about friendly fire and threw their weapons.
Ogre King Morgor behind him had also arrived. Having already broken through the encirclement, he could only dodge while flying forward, abandoning that idea.
Although he desperately wanted to eliminate the enemy, his own life was more important. Kalon looked back and saw the Young Dragons, who had also broken through the encirclement, flapping their wings and flying far away. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice booming throughout the entire canyon, "Hahahaha, just wait, you scum, from now on, you will live in a hell of constant fear. Our Dragon clan's revenge will come soon. Take good care of Akzi and Carlit, that will be your only chance to beg for my forgiveness."
"Cunning and despicable Dragon, if you have the guts, don't run!" The enraged Morgor picked up a burnt-red spear left by a dead Ogre Warrior on the ground. The wooden shaft of the spear had a layer of char on its surface, but the iron spearhead emitted a suffocating heat.
He gripped the spear in his hand, his right arm muscles bulging high. With a grunt, he hurled the spear towards the Red Dragon, who had broken through the encirclement. The Ogre's formidable strength endowed the spear with unparalleled speed, and in an instant, it arrived behind the Red Dragon.
Hearing the sharp, explosive roar rapidly approaching from behind, Kalon couldn't help but tense up. His taunts were only to make the opponent wary, lest they, in their rage after being toyed with, slaughter the two Blue Dragon. Perhaps there would be a chance to rescue the two Blue Dragon later, but he certainly didn't want to be slaughtered by the opponent before that.
He was well aware of the Ogre Tyrant's immense strength. This Ogre, a one-in-ten-thousand Tyrant, his physique alone showed that he might possess the strength to single-handedly fight a Juvenile Dragon. Although the outcome might not be pleasant, a spear thrown with full force by an Ogre Tyrant was not something he, a Young Dragon, could hastily withstand.
The Evil Dragon Blood within Kalon's body instantly boiled. Surging magic power wildly moved through his body, illuminating crimson patterns on his skin. The patterns on his pair of fleshy wings were blood-red. In that instant, his body entered an overloaded state, as if he had stepped into a zone. This was the result of his attempts during his recent slumber. In this state, Kalon possessed extremely high mental focus and control over his body. His own strength, speed, reaction, vision, and so on were elevated to their highest level.
He activated all his senses. In this critical moment, his speed dramatically increased as he tried his best to create distance while twisting his body. His outstretched limbs contracted and pressed against his chest and abdomen, and he raised his head, elevating his massive body.
Pfft, the still warm iron spearhead grazed Kalon's left rib, easily piercing through the Red Dragon's thin metallic protective layer and scales attached to his body, splattering blood.
"Aow!" Kalon's body seemed to suddenly lose all its strength and he plummeted from the air, crashing into the forest, snapping many branches with loud cracks.
Just as the Ogre thought the Red Dragon was severely wounded and had no strength left to resist, they suddenly saw that hateful Red Dragon flying out of the dense thicket again, wobbling as he flew towards the distant high sky, his speed surprisingly picking up even more.