"Lord Viscount, did you just drive away the White Dragon?"
"How could that be." Henry smiled bitterly, "The White Dragon left on its own."
Hmm?
Gregory looked a bit puzzled.
"I seed to hear a dragon roar from afar, but it was too distant to hear clearly," said a seventh-level Mage of the Kreet team.
"It seed like another White Dragon was calling for help." At this, Keller Kreet frowned, contemplating.
He understood Dragon Language and vaguely heard ’help ’ or sothing, but due to being in combat, he didn’t hear it clearly.
However, hearing a White Dragon call for ’help’, Keller found it sowhat unreal, so he used the word ’seed’.
Hmm?
This seed to remind Henry of sothing, and he sighed, "Did only two people from the Nightmare Blade co, and they are already that strong?"
"They inadvertently helped us out of a tight spot."
"Lord Viscount, it doesn’t seem so!" Dylan extended a finger to point to the air, quickly projecting an overhead view from the Eye of the Tracker.
Not?
Hearing Dylan’s words, everyone’s curiosity was piqued, and they focused on the projection.
"Ladies and gentlen, look, this is where the injured White Dragon was fighting." Dylan magnified a section of the projection and pointed.
"That tall figure... is that Lady redith?!"
With redith and Benest interfering and assisting, the dust and snow lifted by the battle did not obstruct their vision, and everyone had a deep impression of the tall stature and stunning appearance of the Drow Elf.
So, with just one look, more than half the people present recognized that it was Raine and the others fighting the White Dragon.
"That’s Lord Benest."
"And the one fiercely battling the White Dragon, isn’t that Raine?" Henry asked, shocked.
"So it was Raine who saved us."
....
anwhile.
Secret Master Sarno arrived not far from Henry and his group at the first battlefield—where Henry and his group killed the Dusk Sword team mbers and took the black box.
Seeing the dead mber of Dusk Sword, and the black box now missing, Sarno’s pupils shrank, a mix of shock, confusion, and anger surging up within him!
At this mont, he suddenly looked up to see the large figure of White Dragon Han Zhuo flying overhead.
"Did the White Dragon take the box?"
"No, from the battle traces here, it’s clearly humans."
....
Elsewhere.
"Boom! Boom! Clang!"
The battle between Raine and White Dragon Bing Zhuo had clearly reached a turning point.
The wing bone on the right side had long been broken by Raine, causing White Dragon Bing Zhuo, now unable to fly, to want to retreat without success, only managing to continuously defend and step back.
But the issue was that twice before, to unleash Frost Breath, it endured the heavy blow of Raine’s Warhamr on its wound, and now the repercussions of this were rapidly manifesting.
A significant amount of dragon blood was dripping from the wound onto the frozen ground and ice, and the once small wound now appeared nearly as large as a millstone, with scales falling, flesh torn, and the entire area concave inward, looking utterly terrifying.
Had it been a mammoth with such an injury, it would have long since died, but being a White Dragon, it managed to barely sustain itself with its robust constitution.
Yet massive blood loss, no matter the creature, is a very severe injury, slowing and weakening White Dragon Bing Zhuo’s claw movents significantly.
In truth, Raine was also quite anxious.
He heard Benest’s words and understood that this White Dragon was calling to its brother.
Raine clearly knew that if another adult White Dragon arrived, even at his peak, he would not be its match, let alone now with two-thirds of his stamina depleted.
He could defeat the current White Dragon primarily because it was already injured, coupled with his newly acquired Monster Skill—’reduce 90% damage from Frost Spell’ special effect.
But the thought of giving up was truly hard for him to swallow.
The chance to kill an adult White Dragon, even for him, would not co again for a long ti, possibly years.
Yet to kill it in a short ti was fraught with challenges!
As a gigantic creature, the White Dragon’s bone strength far surpassed the Frost Giant.
Therefore, striking its joints or head could not inflict fatal damage on the White Dragon—not even breaking a knee cap, let alone its hardest skull.
So, thinking of a way to kill the White Dragon in one blow, Raine montarily found himself at a loss.
Wait!
Suddenly.
Raine saw the wound on the White Dragon’s chest that had beco large enough to almost accommodate his whole body.
’Rush inside! It would surely kill the White Dragon!’
At this mont, Benest and redith repeatedly called out, "Mr. Rein, it’s ti to retreat!"
redith could faintly see the increasingly massive silhouette of a white giant dragon in the distant sky and said urgently, "If you don’t leave now, it’ll be too late!"
"You retreat first!"
Having said that, Raine dashed forward, forcing himself into the White Dragon’s wound.
"Roar!!!"
Having its wound further torn and a creature forced inside made White Dragon Bing Zhuo roar in agony.
Ignoring its own blood and flesh, it extended sharp claws to scoop Raine out, but Raine was exceptionally clever; once inside the wound, he rushed towards the interior, diving directly into the White Dragon’s chest cavity.
As an intelligent being, the White Dragon could not tear open its chest cavity with its claws, and could only howl and struggle in vain.
Now, in front of Raine, apart from a copious amount of blood, there was also a massive heart the size of a wagon, pounding vigorously.
No ti to lose!
"Puchi!"
Without a mont’s hesitation, Raine, wielding his Warhamr, unleashed two heavy shadows, slamming into the heart.
The Counterattacker unleashed a Double Strike with Armor-Piercing Strike effect, forcing its way into the White Dragon’s heart.
No matter how strong the heart muscles were, they imdiately sustained a large gaping hole.
Instantly, a torrent of hot dragon blood, filled with imnse power, sprayed toward Raine like a high-pressure water cannon.
Splashing dragon blood over his body, Raine felt an intense heat envelop his entire skin, a rush coming from outside in!
’Is this bathing in dragon blood?’
’This feeling....’
’The body is transforming rapidly!’
Raine was imnsely surprised, feeling the sensation akin to soaking in ginseng soup, thought to himself: No wonder so many people aspire to beco Dragon Slayer Warriors, despite the imnse danger.
On the display panel, his physical fitness was visibly improving.
anwhile, inside the White Dragon’s chest cavity, he felt a sudden jolt, as if the White Dragon had toppled over.
Indeed, with its heart shattered, not even a White Dragon could survive.
While his sixteen-slot pack hadn’t displayed the White Dragon’s icon yet, Raine suspected it was because the White Dragon was extraordinarily resilient, not dying instantly, but being on the brink of death.
Choosing not to cause further destruction, Raine quickly turned and dashed out through the rupture in the chest cavity.
When Raine, covered in blood, erged from the White Dragon’s chest cavity, Benest and redith were stunned at the sight.
Raine.
Dragon Slayer Warrior?
Such a young Dragon Slayer Warrior?
Even though there was an elent of luck involved, even though the dragon slain was the weakest among the Five-Color Dragons, it was still a giant dragon!
This scene was also caught in the gigantic dragon eyes of White Dragon Han Zhuo, who had just arrived within a few hundred ters in the sky.
Shock, bewildernt, sorrow, and rage flashed through its dragon eyes!
"Damn it! You killed my brother, human!"
"Human! You’re dead!!"
At this mont, White Dragon Han Zhuo was practically going mad.
Not only did it lose what it was after, but its brother perished here as well, making it unsure of how to explain to its mother, Avia Rinsagos, known as ’The Wing of the Icefield’.
A calamity this severe had not befallen the Rinsagos family for decades since their battles with the Frost Giant clans!
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