The Red Dragon seemed to sense Little Gold’s approach and struggled to lift its head, which was already halfway through a demonic transformation.
Its scales, once as dazzling as fire, were now covered in eerie greyish-purple patterns. However, within those clouded eyes, a long-lost flicker of clarity appeared.
“Your... High...ness...” A few muffled syllables squeezed out of the Red Dragon’s throat. Its damaged vocal cords caused it to cough up bloody froth with every word. “I’m... sorry...”
Little Gold’s hand trembled as he reached out, pressing his palm against one of the few remaining crimson scales on the dragon’s forehead.
A scalding tear slid from the corner of Little Gold’s eye, shattering against the dragon’s hide. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and let a drop of his own blood fall onto the Dragon Ancestor's Legacy Scale on his chest.
In an instant, the golden light radiating from him surged once more, condensing into a brilliant spear that looked as if it were forged from molten gold.
“In the name of the Dragon Ancestor—” Little Gold’s voice choked with emotion, but his gaze remained exceptionally firm. “I grant you eternal slumber! Rest in peace...”
With those words, the golden spear pierced through the center of the Red Dragon’s brow. A look of liberation emerged in the dragon’s eyes.
As the grey flames symbolizing death within its eye sockets gradually faded, its massive body began to dissolve into countless gold and red specks of light.
The light motes swirled in the air like summer fireflies, dancing around Little Gold one last time before dissipating, as if bidding him a final farewell.
...
Under the guidance of Lian’s Night God's power and the suppression of Little Gold’s Dragon Ancestor bloodline, this battle, which should have been devastatingly brutal, had proceeded with unexpected smoothness.
Four mutated dragons with strength comparable to the Saint Rank, along with over a hundred ferocious fused monsters, had been completely annihilated by the group’s nearly perfect coordination.
One could say that, aside from Imira who had used her physical body to block attacks at the beginning, the others were almost entirely unscathed.
Lian gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, the silver light in her eyes gradually dimming.
Her abilities had played a crucial role in this battle, but the toll on her was immense.
However, the group could not afford to let their guard down yet. Even though the mindless monsters had been eliminated, their true opponent was still very much alive.
They all turned their eyes toward the other end of the hall. The battle between You and Yuta was still ongoing, having reached a fever pitch.
Two figures constantly blurred across the void, each collision triggering a deafening explosion.
The massive impacts had already left the incredibly sturdy dragon hatching chamber teetering on the brink of collapse.
Boom!
After another earth-shaking clash, the two figures finally separated temporarily.
You’s robes were torn in several places, but his aura remained steady, and the fighting intent in his eyes burned even brighter.
Considering he had to ensure his own life wasn't compromised, reaching this point was already impressive. However, taking down Yuta in a short amount of time was proving unrealistic.
In contrast, Yuta’s body was covered in numerous wounds. One of his wings had been mostly torn away, and wisps of greyish-black energy were seeping from the injury.
“I truly didn't expect those little friends of yours to perform so well...” Yuta grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. “I indeed miscalculated before, but it doesn't matter if those pieces of trash were cleared away.”
With that, he suddenly unfurled his tattered wings, and the entire hall began to vibrate violently.
The remains of the monsters scattered on the ground and the residual death power lingering in the air simultaneously floated up, transforming into countless streams of mist that converged toward Yuta.
“Not good! He’s absorbing all the death power!” You’s pupils constricted. He quickly raised his hand to slice a spatial rift into the air, attempting to block the flow of the black mist.
But the energy actually passed through the spatial barrier he had established, pouring incessantly into Yuta’s body.
“Did you really think I wouldn't account for someone interfering? Since I dared to appear before you, it means I’ve come fully prepared!”
With a loud roar from Yuta, his body began to undergo a horrific mutation.
The tattered wing began to regrow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sharp bone spikes started erupting from beneath his skin. A large gash suddenly split open in the center of his chest, where a clump of grey Fire of Death began to flicker within the cavity.
Most terrifyingly, his head, which had still somewhat resembled a dragon's, now completely lost its original form. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he looked like a demon from the abyss.
“Hahahaha!” Yuta’s voice had become a distorted reverb, carrying both his original madness and a non-human howl. “Can you feel the blessing of that lord? This is true power!”
The terrifying pressure erupting from Yuta swept through the hall like a tsunami. Even from a hundred meters away, Starlight and the others were forced back by the sheer force of it.
Xia Duo stumbled and nearly fell, saved only by Wu Hua catching her in time. Imira instinctively spread her dragon wings, shielding Little Gold beside her from the impact.
Lian grit her teeth and her eyes flared with silver light once more, intending to probe Yuta’s true state. But before she could even focus her attention, a sharp pain, as if her eyes had been pierced by needles, struck her.
“What is this...” Lian clutched her eyes, bending over in agony. Two streaks of blood seeped from between her fingers and trickled down her cheeks.
“Lian!”
Starlight rushed to support the swaying girl. He saw blood continuously seeping from her tightly shut eyes, staining her long silver eyelashes red.
Even You’s face was now filled with gravity. The power Yuta was currently displaying had far exceeded his estimates.
If he had to make a comparison, the current Yuta was infinitely close to the level You had reached when he briefly entered the Half-God realm using the Night God's power.
Fortunately, Yuta’s aura eventually stopped at that critical threshold without breaking through further. But even so, the current Yuta was not an opponent You could face while holding anything back.
“Could it be... that this is my fate?”
You gazed at the terrifying figure ahead as it gradually stabilized, a trace of complex emotion flashing through his silver eyes.
But soon, his expression returned to calm, even carrying a hint of liberation.
“Take Lian and leave here immediately.” He didn't look back, but his voice carried clearly into everyone’s ears. “Run as far as you can. The coming battle... is beyond the scope of what you can interfere with.”
As he spoke, the silver energy that had been flowing over the surface of You’s body began to retract into his form at a visible rate.
In contrast, the aura emanating from him began to undergo a qualitative transformation—the sign of breaking through to a higher level.
With his previous experience, it wouldn't be difficult for You to forcibly break through this barrier again.
However, this time, the price he would have to pay was total annihilation of both his body and soul...
Just as You was about to break the final limit and engage in a desperate struggle to the death, the entire hall suddenly began to shake violently.
The ceiling and walls, already damaged from the fierce battle, began to collapse in large sections. Massive stones fell like rain, only to be crushed into dust mid-air by some invisible force.
As a brilliant golden light pierced down from above, a majestic voice suddenly resounded throughout the hall.
“Enough! It is time for this farce to end!”
The pressure contained within that voice caused even Yuta and You to briefly halt their movements, both looking toward the sky in unison.
Within that golden light, a massive figure was slowly descending. With every inch it dropped, the surrounding air grew heavier.
When those sharp, gold-like eyes swept across the room, it felt as if time and space itself had frozen...
The newcomer was none other than the sole leader of the Dragon Race and the strongest of the Dragon Kings—the Gold Flame Dragon King Seranox.
Following closely behind Seranox was a pure black dragon. Starlight looked closely and recognized him as the Obsidian Dragon King Salenzo, whom he had met once before.
However, to his surprise, Salenzo’s sharp front claws were firmly gripping two figures.
One of them was all too familiar—the fellow who was as round as a ball was clearly Yserazor in his human form.
The other slender figure was heartlessly tossed onto the ground by Salenzo, landing with a dull thud.
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