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The last trace of night vanished at the distant horizon, and dawn replaced the night, spilling its beautiful light upon the earth. However, the human tribe named the Dawn Tribe had endured a tragic night.
The Ancestral Spirit Altar, their spiritual symbol, had been destroyed.
Blackstone Pass was subsequently captured as well.
Following this, the true legions of the Molten Iron Tribe drove straight in, tearing through the defensive lines like a sharp blade to advance into the north. Moreover, this time, they were no longer relying primarily on cannon fodder like Gnolls, Kobolds, and Lizardfolk.
They were joined by elites such as Ogres, Centaurs, and Wyverns.
Tamed Wild Monster Lords were also present.
There were also the Goblins who originally belonged to the Golden Tooth Tribe and had now surrendered, operating powerful magic golems to fight alongside the monsters. A torrent of flesh and steel pushed forward inch by inch, trampling over the territory belonging to the Dawn Tribe.
Although it was not yet the turn of the Ironblood Tribe's Orcs, the Orcs also felt the danger of the lips gone, the teeth are cold, and continuously sent troops to reinforce.
The combined strength of the human and Orc coalition was greater than that of the Molten Iron troops.
The Molten Iron troops primarily relied on their low-level dependents sacrificing their lives to wear down the legions of the two major tribes. However, the strongest aspect of the Molten Iron Tribe was not their troops, but the several Dragons that possessed flight abilities, could traverse the sky at will, and could rapidly decapitate the high-level figures of the Ironblood and Dawn Tribes, destroying their important strongholds.
Whenever the troops of both sides were engaged in fierce combat, The Dragon Flight would set out.
They would divide into two teams, locking onto targets and launching lightning-fast raids. In just a single day, they could shift between multiple strategic points, leaving the two major tribes overwhelmed, exhausted, and putting out fires everywhere.
In a backward place like The Borderlands, noble flying units were simply unreasonable.
Especially the most powerful Red-Iron Dragon, whose mobility was terrifying and impossible to defend against.
Even the multi-Dragon team composed of Red Dragons, Iron Dragons, and White Dragons did not exert as much pressure as he did alone.
Whenever that towering Dragon body tore through the sky, and his wings flapped, emitting a sharp, metallic screech like thousands of blades being unsheathed, or a continuous thunder-like roar, every human and Orc who heard this sound would be terrified, their morale collapsing.
Because...
This sound meant death; it meant destruction.
As the flames of war continued to burn, Brunhild and Ugosh wanted to take action against the Red-Iron Dragon many times, wanting to have a battle of "King against King."
However...
The Red-Iron Dragon adhered to the strategy of "Kings do not meet" and descending to decapitate lower-level targets. Despite possessing powerful strength, he never engaged with the leaders of the two tribes, always opting for a quick victory, leaving immediately after the fight, without any hesitation.
Because they were inferior in speed, every time the tribe leaders arrived, the place attacked by the Red-Iron Dragon had already turned into scorched earth, littered with corpses.
They attempted to counterattack, but were always one step slower than the Red-Iron Dragon.
Just like now.
With a terrifying screech and roar, the Red-Iron Dragon descended from the sky like a meteorite piercing the earth, destroying the human outpost located in the hills, and then, without hesitation, activated his Frenzied State to begin the slaughter.
In less than three minutes...
The guards of this outpost were all killed, including a high-ranking Barbarian chieftain. Under the Frenzied State, his life force was truly tenacious, lasting a minute under Garros's claws before dying.
"This kind of battle is still relaxing and refreshing."
The Red-Iron Dragon shook his head, retracted the golden lightning dancing on his body, strolled leisurely between the flames and scorched earth, and then soared into the sky.
Fighting enemies of the same Rank or higher than himself was never something Garros truly enjoyed.
He preferred "level-skipping" combat that allowed for downward compatibility.
Frying fish, bullying the weak, sweeping across armies, and all without any risk.
"Coward!"
"Base creature!"
The roars of Brunhild and Gruumsh sounded from the surface, soaring straight into the clouds and reaching Garros's ears.
Garros lowered his eyes to look; the two tribe leaders were sprinting on the earth, dust rolling behind them, their legs becoming blurs. But from the time they received the message to the time they arrived at the destination, it was already enough for Garros to finish the battle; they were still a step too late.
He cast a calm glance at both of them.
The Red-Iron Dragon withdrew his gaze indifferently, then returned to Dragon Valley to adjust his state.
To be safe, the naturally cautious Garros always paused his raids and decapitations when his Frostburn Scales were exhausted, or his physical energy was below 70%, waiting until his state recovered before striking again.
He was truly too prudent.
With black oil and high-energy magic potions obtained through trade...
Provided he had no major injuries, he recovered extremely quickly. Each attack dealt a painful blow to the humans and Orcs; half of the war results that the Molten Iron Tribe could achieve were thanks to Garros.
Amidst the clamor of war, time passed quietly.
The legions of the Molten Iron Tribe raged in the north, coordinating with The Dragon Flight to advance step by step, squeezing the living space of the Dawn Tribe and causing the scales of victory to gradually tilt.
Meanwhile, in a temporary camp.
Brunhild, Ugosh, and many high-ranking leaders from both the human and Orc sides gathered here to discuss the next countermeasures.
"We cannot continue like this."
"That Red-Iron Dragon is too cautious; he never engages us directly, but he is too fast, and we cannot keep up with his rhythm."
Brunhild said in a deep voice: "If we continue to fight according to his rhythm, we will not last long before we suffer a total collapse."
Gruumsh nodded heavily: "The Red-Iron bastard is the core of the Molten Iron Tribe. Kill him first, and with the dragons leaderless, we will have a chance to win!"
The Dawn Tribe suffered the most serious losses.
However, many of the Orc troops were also destroyed.
Moreover, they knew very well that the Red-Iron Dragon's goal was the entire The Borderlands and would never let the Orcs of the Ironblood Tribe go. Under the pressure of a strong enemy, the alliance between humans and Orcs reached its closest point at this moment.
"Counterattack according to our previous plan."
Brunhild's face was serious: "We must kill the Red-Iron Dragon in one go. In this war, either he dies, or we perish!"
He asked the Orc leader: "How are the preparations?"
Ugosh turned his head to look at a blind shaman with cloudy white eyes and a body full of sores.
Before the Orc leader could speak, the blind shaman seemed to perceive something.
He hunched his back, coughed a few times, then wiped the turbid blood from his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, intermittently: "The Red-Iron Dragon will raid the Raging Torrent River late tomorrow night."
Every word he spoke, his body hunched further, and the wrinkles on his face grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His already withered life force faded rapidly, becoming like a candle in the wind.
When the last few words were spoken, his body staggered, then he suddenly trembled all over, muttered a few blurred, unintelligible words in his mouth, then fainted on the spot, and only thanks to the support of the Orcs beside him did he not fall to the ground.
This prophet shaman held the same status in the Orc tribe as the Ancestral Shaman Leoni who was killed by Garros.
He originally had more than a decade of life left, but because he prophesied about Garros and leaked it, he immediately suffered a severe backlash, and it was uncertain if he could even have a year of life left.
"Take the prophet to rest."
Ugosh said in a deep voice: "Having paid such a high price, no matter what, we must slaughter that Red-Iron bastard! I want to use his life and blood to pay tribute to the dead warriors!"
Brunhild sneered: "The Red-Iron Dragon initiates attacks with such high intensity and frequency that even a Dragon's physique will inevitably be unable to withstand the consumption. We will wait for work at our leisure, ambush and surround him; he will surely be buried at the Raging Torrent River!"
Subsequently, under the will of the two major tribe leaders, orders were quickly issued from here.
The Dawn Tribe and the Ironblood Tribe, almost all high-level elite leaders, were transferred from various strongholds overnight and, under the cover of the sorcerer shamans' Spells, gathered toward the Raging Torrent River outpost.
Among them were also Brunhild and Ugosh.
Time passed unhurriedly as always, but it was only a day or so, which was too short. Although the Molten Iron troops felt that the coalition's power had weakened somewhat, they did not realize any obvious abnormalities.
In Dragon Valley, the light of the setting sun spilled onto the central lake, and with the breeze, rippled with sparkling light.
Garros stretched his wings, emitting a faint clanging sound of gold and iron.
He could clearly perceive the sharpness of the edge of every Cold-Burst Scale, and the slight tremor of every muscle fiber storing power—at his Peak state, like a fully drawn powerful bow.
At this time, the Red-Iron Dragon's spirit and body had recovered to their Peak limit.
His Martial Dragon Rank had also broken through the limit due to the intense battles these days and had officially reached Rank 4.
"Next target. The Dawn Tribe is constantly retreating and is reaching its limit."
"Cut off their retreat first and wipe them all out."
Garros carefully recalled the strategic locations of the Dawn Tribe's territory and finally settled on—the Raging Torrent River.
This was a large river meandering in the northern part of The Borderlands; the river water was turbulent and never ceased all year round. Its source was the ice fields further north, and the river water was bone-chillingly cold, making it quite difficult to enter the water and cross the river directly. Because the Dawn Tribe had established an outpost at the Raging Torrent River and built bridges for easy crossing, it was located in the rear hinterland of the Dawn Tribe and was an important retreat.
"It is decided to be here."
The Red-Iron Dragon flapped his wings, flew into the sky, and approached the Raging Torrent River.
In order not to give the other side a chance to react and deploy defenses in advance, Garros did not sprint at full speed while approaching midway; his wings did not make any sound while flapping, and he approached quietly without haste, waiting to explode suddenly when he neared the destination.
Twilight was soon replaced by night.
The twin moons hung high in the sky, and the night grew thicker.
Northern The Borderlands, Raging Torrent River.
The river churned like an angry Silver Dragon under the moonlight, and the turbid river water carried the chill of the ice field, hitting both banks with the force of collapsing mountains and splitting rocks, splashing water foam into the sky, which shattered into cold rain and mist in the night wind, enveloping the entire riverbank in bone-chilling humidity.
That iron-wood giant bridge spanned the Raging Torrent River.
Thick iron-wood was riveted with secret methods, entangled with chains engraved with water-avoiding runes, clattering.
Bonfires were bright on both sides, and the guards of the Dawn Tribe's outpost did not sleep in the middle of the night, taking turns to change shifts and patrol.
Garros hovered thousands of meters high in the sky, and after taking a deep breath, dark red flames surged from the ends of his Dragon wings, then tore through the night sky, falling like a meteorite from the sky, straight toward the iron-wood giant bridge.
Boom—!!
The iron-wood giant bridge was torn apart, countless water splashes flew, and white waves rolled toward the outposts on both sides.
The Red-Iron Dragon's first strike destroyed the bridge first.
He stretched his wings, and his strong body emerged from the water.
However, the expected panic and scattering did not happen.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The deafening roar sounded suddenly; it was a primitive war cry of thousands of throats resonating with Fury and bloodlust, and the entire Raging Torrent River boiled instantly.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Three blue light columns with a diameter of over a zhang erupted from the cliff on the left side of the riverbank, the dense forest on the right, and the bottom of the bridge pier in a "pin" shape.
The light columns were not pure energy, but were tightly woven by countless rapidly rotating, mosquito-sized ancient runes. They rushed straight into the sky, emitted more light, and with the Red-Iron Dragon as the center, connected into a huge magic array, then branded on the sky and the earth, and disappeared.
In an instant.
The wind element energy in the air was almost completely dispelled, and a strong, overwhelming super-gravity effect was generated from the earth.
Garros felt his body sink, and it was difficult to control the wind element energy while flapping his wings.
It was a dual anti-air magic array targeting both the Dragon's Spell-like Ability and his heavy physical body.
"Evil Dragon, tonight you will be buried here!"
Brunhild's roar rolled over the river surface like thunder; the leader of the Dawn Tribe appeared, like an ancient god of war resurrected from a mural. On his bare bronze-colored upper body, layers of ancestral totems flowed and breathed like living things on his muscular body, and a double-edged rune giant axe the size of a door pointed diagonally to the ground.
Behind him, the elites of the Dawn Tribe had solemn faces, and their Killing Intent filled the night sky like tangible ice needles.
At the same time, the dense forest on the opposite bank exploded.
"For the glory of Ironblood!"
Ugosh's roar carried a fishy wind, and the phantom of the Soul of the Savage Bear condensed into a huge translucent colossus behind him. The colossus looked up to the sky and beat its chest, and the invisible shockwave shook the river surface, creating a ring-shaped water wall.
Accompanied by the earth-shaking footsteps, the Ironblood Orcs surged out like a tide.
They only covered their upper bodies with simple bone armor, their skin was branded with various totems, and their eyes stared fixedly at the Red-Iron Dragon like wild beasts.
"An ambush? This setup was definitely not prepared in haste."
Garros furrowed the skin on his forehead: "How did they know I was going to attack the Raging Torrent River?"
The decision to attack the Raging Torrent River was made on the spur of the moment; there was no possibility of a traitor within.
"Some kind of magical means, most likely a divination Spell."
Thinking it over, the Red-Iron Dragon's gaze fell upon the Warlock Shamans who had emerged from the shadows alongside the Barbarian warriors.
"This ambush was impossible to guard against; one truly cannot underestimate the means of other intelligent creatures."
Garros's 'brows' relaxed, his gaze cautious, yet devoid of fear or panic: "Fortunately, I have always been prudent. Every time I strike, I am at my Peak state, and I even brought the gladiator array disk."
He could use the gladiator array disk to pull someone inside, and after killing them, use its spatial teleportation effect to escape the battle.
However, Garros was unwilling to use such a precious, single-use item like the gladiator array disk here; it was best to save it for when he had no other choice.
Unlike the roaring and screaming Barbarians.
The Red-Iron Dragon's expression was calm, his eyes revealing a gleam of rationality and composure. Compared to him, those humanoid creatures were more like wild beasts.
He flapped his wings, feeling the strength of the Anti-Air Formation.
Watching the Red-Iron Dragon slowly ascend.
"Trap him to death!"
"Disable this bastard's wings first!"
Ugosh let out a low growl, his covered steel gauntlets clashing with a boom, sparks flying everywhere. The Soul of the Savage Bear roared at the sky, leaping forward to approach the Red-Iron Dragon. Its giant, spirit-like energy palm tore through the air, slamming down hard toward the base of Garros's dragon wings, with swarms of Orc elites following closely behind.
The Warlock Shamans standing in the back formed hand seals, their fingertips pulling at a bone-chilling cold current.
Ice Spike Cold Current!
Thousands of prismatic ice spikes condensed out of thin air, each core compressing a point of dazzling blue light. They tore through the air with shrill shrieks, raining down like a storm toward the dragon's eyes, the joints of the wing membranes, the reproductive cavity, and the gaps between the scales—all the most lethal weak points of any dragon.
Garros's slit pupils contracted, his mind becoming focused.
Pivot!
His iron tail turned into an afterimage that tore through the air, sweeping across with the force of ten thousand tons. It blasted the ice spikes into a sky full of ice crystal fragments mid-air, and without losing speed, collided with the giant palm of the Soul of the Savage Bear, shattering its hand.
Brunhild simultaneously entered a berserk state, lunging forward as if ignoring spatial distance.
His great axe dragged a cold glint as he raised it high, the blade precisely hacking into the right shoulder blade Garros had exposed due to his tail-sweeping motion.
Clang!
A deep crack appeared at the point of impact, and cold air suddenly permeated the area, causing Brunhild to freeze for a moment, only to see the Red-Iron Dragon's giant claw sweeping over.
"Kill!"
Ugosh's roar was like a thunderclap.
The Soul of the Savage Bear's giant palm had healed at some point, striking again with the majestic power to split mountains and cleave rocks, forcefully blocking the dragon claw's counterattack.
Brunhild seized the opportunity, swinging his great axe upward to hack at the Red-Iron Dragon's arm.
At the same time, those human and Orc elites rushed over; the rapid, cold water current posed no obstacle to them.
Led by Brunhild and Ugosh, swarms of Barbarians and elite warriors surrounded the Red-Iron Dragon, launching fierce attacks against him, while the Shamans and Warlocks harassed and distracted him from the rear with ranged Spells.
Great axes, war hammers, flails.
All kinds of weapons struck from almost every direction, slamming into the Red-Iron Dragon with clanging sounds and flying sparks, covering his black-Silver Dragon scales with cracks and dents.
The Red-Iron Dragon's counterattack was equally fierce.
As his dragon claw combos drove back Brunhild and Ugosh.
Rip!
His tail blade split three Orcs in half along with their weapons and bodies, and as his body turned, his massive wings spun and slashed continuously, killing all the elites within range who couldn't retreat in time.
A berserker jumped up, attempting to launch an attack from above.
Ssh!
The Red-Iron Dragon's right wing flicked upward nimbly, the spear-like protrusion at the wingtip piercing the berserker through, then with a flick and a slash, hewed him in half from the middle.
His sharp claws, dragon tail, and wings were all like peerless lethal weapons.
The continuous claw strikes, tail sweeps, wing slashes, and stabs were difficult for even the elites of the two tribes to resist; a graze meant injury, a direct hit meant death, and in an instant, blood and severed limbs stained the Raging Torrent River red.
Moreover, despite being a fire-element Hybrid Dragon, a dense cold air burst forth from the Red-Iron Dragon's body.
The surrounding river water was frozen solid and then crushed; the Barbarians' movements were slowed by the erosion of the cold air, often unable to react to the Red-Iron Dragon's attacks, and were killed instantly.
However, the painful price paid by the humans and Orcs also yielded results.
Their relentless, wave-after-wave attacks left more and more wounds on the Red-Iron Dragon.
A fierce glint exploded in Brunhild's eyes, and the totems all over his body lit up as if burning.
He exerted force from his waist and abdomen, his body spinning rapidly like a top, his great axe whipping up a whirlwind that tore through the air, carrying the Battle Intent inherited from ancient ancestors, hacking toward the Red-Iron Dragon's neck.
This strike was exceptionally fierce; Garros did not take it head-on, instead dodging sideways while enduring the attacks of other small-fry.
"Now is the time!"
Ugosh's iron-covered heavy fist seized the opportunity, the power of the Soul of the Savage Bear concentrating on his fist tip, hammering hard into Garros's relatively soft flank.
Thud!
Like a heavy hammer striking an anvil!
The Red-Iron Dragon's massive draconic body was knocked stumbling backward for the first time, and was then struck by Brunhild's whirlwind slashes. With the explosion of sparks, even the base scales were somewhat shattered, and blood flowed out.
"The dragon whelp is bleeding! He's done for!"
Witnessing this scene, the Barbarians roared in madness, their bloodthirsty excitement igniting every pair of eyes.
Many of the two tribes' elites had already been killed or wounded, but Barbarians fought with fearless disregard for death, and their Fury had taken control of their minds.
Boom!
The Red-Iron Dragon's counterattack knocked the two tribal leaders flying, and the other Barbarians swarmed up simultaneously.
However, just as Brunhild landed, he felt a sudden sense of heart-stopping dread.
In order to lead the battle and prevent friendly fire, he and Ugosh had not fully activated their Fury/berserk state at this moment, still retaining a certain degree of rationality.
"Retreat, retreat!"
Brunhild and Ugosh shouted simultaneously.
But the Barbarians, having lost their reason, did not follow their leaders' orders; their eyes turned red with bloodlust as they continued to charge at the Red-Iron Dragon.
"You insects, turn to dust!"
The Red-Iron Dragon suddenly took a deep breath.
In an instant, high-temperature steam like molten gold and iron erupted from the gaps in his scales, and all the weapon fragments embedded in his flesh or attached to his dragon scales melted instantly.
A glow like red-hot branding iron instantly covered every single dragon scale.
Terrifying high heat poured out from the cracks, scorching the surrounding air until it twisted and steamed.
Thermal Enhancement — Destruction Dragon Breath!
Whoosh!
Countless river water evaporated instantly; the all-destroying flame stream spewed from the Red-Iron Dragon's mouth, sweeping and rolling with the movement of his neck, engulfing one human and Orc elite after another.
Seeing this scene, Brunhild and Ugosh's eyes turned red instantly.
In a flash, both fully entered their Fury/berserk state, gaining terrifying power at the cost of their rationality.
"Ancestors — Battle Body!"
Brunhild let out a shrill roar like a dying beast.
The totems on his face and body burned like flames doused in boiling oil, roaring to life; the solidified Ancestral Battle Spirits instantly burst out of his body and then merged with him completely one by one.
His body did not change significantly, but his aura surged, and many different temperaments appeared on him simultaneously.
Ugosh was also roaring, the phantoms of three totem beasts—the Savage Bear, the Giant Wolf, and the Soaring Eagle—appearing around him, and then all attaching themselves to his body, making his physique as robust as a Savage Bear, as agile as a Giant Wolf, and capable of soaring in the sky like an eagle.
However, they were not the only ones with a second phase.
The Red-Iron Dragon flapped his wings, instantly rushing out of the dense white steam formed by the evaporating river water, his body now wrapped in flying golden lightning.
Not only that, sounds like thunder, drums, and an engine constantly resonated within his chest; centered on his heart, many spiderweb-like blood-colored patterns emerged on his dragon scales.
Barbarians' vitality was extremely tenacious.
In their Fury/berserk state, they could fight with no regard for their lives, like mad demons.
A battle with them could not be dragged out, so Garros simultaneously activated his Frenzied State and Blood Burst.
Although he hadn't evolved a true Blood Burst, and the Blood Burst Technique currently provided him with little amplification, it could still make his attributes stronger by a notch.
The water surface was parted by the wind pressure.
The Red-Iron Dragon arrived instantly before Brunhild, and a claw descended.
Clang — Boom!
Brunhild's weapon was swatted away in an instant.
He roared, his eyes blood-red, using his arms to hold up the Red-Iron Dragon's giant claw.
Under Garros's terrifying power, the muscles in his arms spasmed violently, his arm bones emitted heart-wrenching groans and cracking sounds, and the totem light on his body surface shattered layer by layer.
Even a Barbarian in a Fury/berserk state could not contend with a dragon head-on.
The Red-Iron Dragon pushed Brunhild out of the Raging Torrent River, crushing to death many Warlocks and Shamans behind who couldn't dodge in time, and as his claws tightened, he gradually crushed the tattoos on this Ancestral Guardian.
Suddenly, the tattoos surged and left his body.
They were intangible and formless, yet carried powerful force, extending onto the Red-Iron Dragon's body, forming an extremely strong binding and solidification effect, causing the Red-Iron Dragon's movements to stall.
At the same time.
Ugosh let out overlapping roars and shrieks of beasts, soaring and swooping like a giant eagle, rapidly approaching Garros's back.
"Die!"
The three great totems concentrated on his right arm, the Orc's face twisted and ferocious, this strongest strike hitting Garros's back of the head.
His body was bound by Brunhild's ancestral tattoos, for this thing was not merely a physical constraint; even with the Red-Iron Dragon's strength, it was difficult to break free instantly.
However, when he sensed the vicious wind coming from the back of his head, he did not feel panicked.
Because when he had his Dragon Qi Breakthrough, the advanced path he had chosen to cultivate for the time being was — Astral Self Martial Dragon!
Rank 4 Dragon Qi rotation!
Dragon Qi Arm Transformation!
Two terrifying dragon arms, invisible to the naked eye but clearly observable to anyone with energy vision, condensed into substance, manifesting and extending from behind Garros's shoulder blades.
The dragon claws were sharp and vicious.
Each sharp-textured black-Red Dragon scale was like steel.
Because they were formed from the Dragon Qi that represented Garros's own life and Demonic Energy, their thickness and hardness were exactly the same as his original arms.
They were not affected by the structural connection of flesh and blood to the body, making them more flexible, and they were driven by thought, moving with his mind, unaffected by his physical state.
Ssh!
As the attack approached, caught off guard, Ugosh's body was slammed hard by the black-Red Dragon arms, flying into the sky like a ball.
The two thick black-Red Dragon arms shifted direction, locking onto the struggling Brunhild.
Boom boom!
The air was suddenly torn apart, and the fierce, violent attacks landed on Brunhild, instantly tearing through and shattering the layers of tattoos on his body, and the binding tattoos on the Red-Iron Dragon were also shattered.
Boom boom boom boom!
The Red-Iron Dragon's strong body loomed over Brunhild.
Four dragon arms bombarded him furiously, kicking up a sky full of afterimages, pouring down on the Barbarian like a rainstorm. As the ground beneath them continuously collapsed and caved in, the layers of Ancestral Guardian spirit light on the Barbarian were quickly shattered. Immediately following, even the Barbarian's robust flesh and blood body could not resist the four-armed Red-Iron Dragon's wild and fierce assault; after losing the Ancestral Guardian's protection, he was beaten to a pulp in an instant.
Whoosh!
The Red-Iron Dragon exhaled a hot breath and flapped his wings, rushing out of the deep pit.
Covered in wounds, his rugged body covered in traces of blade cuts and axe gouges stood vertically, suspended in mid-air, his thick, ferocious four arms stretching slightly.
So powerful.
Who else could defeat him?! Who else could kill him?!
This terrifyingly powerful and dominant scene shocked the Warlocks and Shamans who possessed energy vision and could see the Dragon Qi arms, to the point where their minds nearly collapsed, leaving them unable to construct a single Spell. Cold sweat poured down their faces, their brains went blank, and they completely stood by as the Dawn Tribe leader was beaten to death by the Red-Iron Dragon.