The Golden Dragon unfolded its Dragon Wings, its enormous body soaring into the air and casting a massive shadow over the battlefield below.
"ROAR!"
The Golden Dragon circled in the air before its massive maw snapped open. This ti, it wasn’t a small puff of Dragon Breath. It was a torrent of golden flas several tis thicker than before, so substantial it seed almost solid. Descending from the sky like divine punishnt, it precisely blanketed the densest area of the Snake-man Legion.
"SSSSSZZZZ!"
The terrifying heat instantly vaporized the swamp’s toxic fog. The Snake-n let out shrill, desperate wails but couldn’t even survive a single breath before being incinerated into ash by the golden Blazing Fla.
The ground was scorched black, and even the rocks began to lt.
With just this one attack, nearly four hundred Snake-n were lost to the sea of fire.
Seeing this, the vertical pupil on the Three-eyed Snake-man Priest’s forehead contracted sharply. It let out a piercing hiss, filled with rage and indignation.
It activated its Scepter again, unleashing an even greater surge of Shadow Energy in an attempt to stop the Golden Dragon’s rciless rampage.
But the Golden Dragon seed to pay this Tier Five Snake-man Priest no mind at all. It continued to circle in the sky, searching for its next chance to strike. Each dive and exhalation of breath claid the lives of swathes of Snake-n.
On the battlefield, the Golden Dragon was like an unshakeable god of war, while the thousands of Snake-n were like desperate ants, their lives rely filling a bottomless, abyssal slaughter.
From a distance, Raylo and Sir Luke watched, srized. At the sa ti, a chill ran down their spines.
’This Golden Dragon’s Power is definitely at the Peak of Tier Five. It might not be far from the legendary Catastrophe Level, either.’
’The outco of this battle seems certain.’
The Snake-man Legion was vast, but in the face of such absolute Power, all their struggles seed futile.
"What do we do now?"
Raylo guided Baofeng over to Luke’s side.
Luke mused for a mont.
"Let’s just watch for now. This Golden Dragon seems to have a deep-seated hatred for the Snake-n. It looks like it won’t rest until every last one of them is slaughtered. Our mission is to wipe out the Snake-n, and it seems soone is doing the job for us. And their efficiency... is rather high."
As he said this, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
’This is more than "rather high" efficiency. It’s a one-sided massacre.’
Just then, the Golden Dragon below seed to notice Raylo and Sir Luke circling high above. Its enormous head turned slightly, and its eyes, which burned with golden Fla, swept over them.
An indescribably terrifying pressure descended in an instant. Baofeng let out an uneasy, low cry, all the feathers on its body bristling slightly.
A jolt went through Raylo. He imdiately composed himself, doing his best not to show any hostility.
Fortunately, the Golden Dragon only glanced at them before returning its attention to the Snake-n below. It seed to have no interest in the two interlopers.
"Looks like it’s not interested in us."
Luke breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he was also Tier Five, he had no desire to face such an enemy head-on.
The battle raged on, and the number of Snake-n dwindled at a visible rate.
The Three-eyed Snake-man Priest was still futilely casting various Evil Techniques, but to the thick-skinned Golden Dragon with its incredibly high Magic Resistance, the attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot.
Raylo watched in silence, a flicker of doubt in his mind.
’This Three-eyed Demon Serpent Priest must be the leader of the Snake-man Battle Group, one of the spawns of the Nine-headed Demon Serpent known as "Evil Eye."’
’An offspring of the Nine-headed Demon Serpent... The Golden Dragon’s Power is undeniable, but it shouldn’t be this... helpless.’
The golden Dragon Fla washed over the Snake-man Legion like a river bursting its banks.
The swamp ground was scorched and cratered. The high temperature had burned away the last of the toxic fog, revealing the slick, muddy earth beneath.
The remaining Snake-n were terrified by the hellish scene. They no longer followed any orders, screaming as they scattered in every direction.
The Golden Dragon’s massive body circled low in the sky, its giant, golden-flad eyes now locked onto a distant hill.
There, the Three-eyed Snake-man Priest, Evil Eye, brandished its Scepter, its bravado a thin veil for its terror. It was surrounded by a re hundred of its most valiant—or perhaps most blindly loyal—Snake-man Warriors, who had ford a small, circular defensive line.
"ROAR!"
The Golden Dragon let out a deafening roar. Ignoring the routing troops, it gave a mighty flap of its wings, and its enormous body shot toward the hill like a golden teor.
A gale howled as a prison of Dragon Mighty descended. The Snake-man Warriors on the hill trembled uncontrollably, their grips on their Weapons faltering.
The Demon Serpent Priest felt the terrifying pressure bearing down on it, and a glint of madness flashed in the vertical pupil on its forehead.
The Golden Dragon’s imnse shadow fell over the entire hill. It opened its massive maw, and golden Dragon Breath began to gather in its throat, denser and more violent than ever before.
Clearly, it intended to obliterate the entire hill and every Snake-man on it in a single strike.
At that very critical mont, the Demon Serpent Priest violently slamd its black Crystal Stone Scepter into the ground. Raising its hands high above its head, it began to chant in syllables entirely different from before—far more ancient, far more sinister.
The voice was no longer hoarse. Instead, it possessed a strange, penetrating quality, as if it resonated deep within one’s very soul.
"We welco the coming of our Father God!"
Following its shrill cry, the vertical pupil in the center of the Demon Serpent Priest’s forehead suddenly snapped wide open!
Unlike before, when it had only been slightly ajar, this ti the sinister vertical eye blood completely open.
It had no sclera, no pupil—only a patch of bottomless darkness, as if it were a gateway to so unknown, terrifying entity.
At the sa ti, the air behind the Demon Serpent Priest began to warp violently, and a phantom so enormous it was suffocating began to slowly materialize.
The phantom was over a hundred ters tall. Nine ferocious snake heads were faintly visible, each one radiating a different malevolent aura: venom, Curse, corrosion, fear...
It was none other than a projection of will from the legendary ruler of the Jade Swamp—the Nine-headed Demon Serpent!
Empowered by the will of the Nine-headed Demon Serpent, an indescribable beam of pitch-black light—a mixture of negative energy concentrated to its absolute limit and a powerful Spiritual Shock—shot out from the vertical pupil. It ignored distance and the halo of Magic Power shimring on the Golden Dragon’s skin, blasting straight toward the dragon’s head!
"VMMM!"
The Dragon Breath the Golden Dragon was about to spew ca to a sudden halt. For the first ti, a look of shock and pain appeared in its burning golden eyes.
Its enormous body trembled violently in mid-air, as if its very soul had been struck by an invisible Giant Hamr.
In that instant, both physical defense and Magic Defense seed aningless. The Power contained within that pitch-black beam struck directly at its spiritual core.
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