"Die."
Before the sound arrived, Diya Harut sensed a strong sense of crisis enveloping him. Relying on his fierce instincts honed over hundreds of years of battling in the Abyss, he forcibly shifted slightly to the left.
Silently, one of the Abyssal Demon Dragon’s wide dragon wings was sliced into dozens of pieces.
Diya Harut’s dragon eyes narrowed, yet he did not fear. On the contrary, he violently turned his dragon head, with a flash of purple in his dragon eye, launching two ntal shocks at the Legendary Centaur.
The speed of a ntal attack is incredibly fast, but the Legendary Essence comprehended by the powerful Legendary Centaur is the ’slow’ of the wind.
Any attack, movent, or material transformation, as long as it’s within his bearable capacity, can be forcibly slowed down. Doesn’t the enemy or attack slowing down equate to him speeding up?
From the perspective of the Abyssal Demon Dragon, his ntal attack was evidently incredibly swift, yet it was still evaded by the Centaur at an even more terrifying speed in an instant.
Upon witnessing this, no matter how arrogant Diya Harut was, he understood that if the battle continued, his chances of winning would be very slim.
"Just you wait for !" The Abyssal Demon Dragon spat a harsh line, then transford into a streak of black light and vanished into the horizon.
Even though he lost a dragon wing, the speed of the Abyssal Demon Dragon was not significantly affected.
After all, there were still three dragon wings.
Besides, like the Giant Dragon, the dragon wings are auxiliary for flight.
After driving off this troubleso Abyssal Demon Dragon, the Legendary Centaur landed on the ground, showing no hint of joy on his face.
In the past half month, this scene had already occurred three tis.
Each ti, he managed to drive this Abyssal Demon Dragon away, but the opponent was incredibly tenacious, returning to provoke him each ti after recovering from his injuries. Although he was ’fast’, he was not a flying creature, and if the demon dragon was determined to escape, he had no way of keeping it there.
He also considered avoiding the battle, but that despicable Abyssal Demon Dragon would bother the Centaur Tribe if he did.
Helplessly, the Legendary Centaur could only confront it.
"Could it be that this guy is using as an opponent to temper himself?" The Legendary Centaur removed his helt, revealing a familiar face, none other than the King of Centaurs, Morgan, who commanded the Northern Wasteland Centaur Clan.
Ten years ago, during a battle with the Kingdom Knight, he comprehended the Legendary Essence when trapped in a desperate situation.
But since he was injured by the Eight-Ring Single Target Spell ’Death Finger’, his body, yet to beco a Legendary Body, couldn’t expel the destructive energy that had invaded it.
Morgan had to patiently lead the clan while slowly converting the internal energy into Legendary Energy, and at the sa ti using the Legendary Energy to transform his body towards that of a Legendary Creature, attempting to expel that destructive energy.
The entire process took over a decade.
It was just last year that his injuries fully healed, and he thoroughly transford his body into a Legendary Body, truly stepping into the Legendary Level.
However, by that ti, the continent’s situation was extrely chaotic. Although Morgan had stepped into the ranks of top-tier combat strength on the Tal Plane, considering the sparse population of his tribe, he opted not to vie for supremacy. He sighed and continued to lead his tribe in silent growth.
Even though he and his tribe were keeping a low profile, enemies still ca....
"But how could an Abyssal Demon Dragon appear on the Tal Plane? Or was it summoned by so powerful individual?" Morgan slightly furrowed his brow.
Moreover, the demon dragon was so powerful. Though not a Legendary, lacking mastery of Legendary Level’s Origin Power, with his exaggerated physique, powerful dragon body, and vast Abyssal Energy, the sheer ’quantity’ piled up was not very different from a Legendary.
If not for the wind’s origin trait that he mastered, with speed far surpassing that of the demon dragon, allowing him to keep it at bay in battle while injuring it with his attacks... if one had just advanced into a Legendary Powerhouse with a focus on physical strength, facing that demon dragon would surely be daunting... ultimately, who would erge victorious remains uncertain.
"However, another year or so, after I master the Legendary Combat Techniques, at that ti... hmph!" A cold arc appeared at the corner of Morgan’s mouth, his eyes filled with killing intent and confidence.
On the other side, Diya Harut, after fleeing several hundred kiloters, finally landed in the territory of the Dark Nest to recover from his injuries.
Within the Blue Dragon Castle, Leanna sensed that familiar aura descending upon her territory, snorted coldly, then continued to cultivate her spiritual abilities without further concern.
In the past half month, after each fight between that demon dragon and the King of Centaurs Morgan, it would co here to rest.
At first, Leanna fought him, but the results were undoubtedly disastrous.
While Leanna’s spiritual ability profession recently broke through to Level 17, combined with a biological level of Level 16, they barely reached the threshold of Pseudo-Legendary (sustainable for a very short ti, after the spiritual energy depletes, the strength would significantly drop), but even at this level, the gap with Diya Harut was still large.
Pseudo-Legendary can only barely engage in combat with the weakest tiers of Legendary Powerhouses, capable only of preserving their lives depending on the situation, and that’s all.
Diya Harut, even years ago before obtaining the Black Dragon Lord’s Essence Blood Contract, was among the stronger ranks of Pseudo-Legendary, and over the years, his overall strength had significantly increased, roughly equivalent to a true Legendary Combat Power.
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