A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 191 - 182: An Encounter with the Red Iron Dragon—Stronger Than Monsters, Unbeatable Even at Full Power (Climactic - )
The Bloodhoof Chieftain swung his demon-like wings and soared into the sky.
The Red Iron Dragon flicked comet-like tail flames behind its wings, speeding towards the clouds, then suddenly changed direction, plummeting like a meteor straight towards the Bloodhoof Chieftain. The chieftain of the second stage did not retreat but roared to confront.
The scales on the wing membranes clinked as sizzling sparks shot out.
Remnant explosive scales resembled red-hot iron.
In an instant, the mighty-to-an-unbelievable-boy dragon collided with what seemed like a monster from the abyss.
Bang!
Accompanied by a deafening roar and shockwave air currents, flames exploded in the sky, erupting with dazzling light and heat, like a second sun rising.
The Red Iron Dragon flew backward dozens of meters before stabilizing.
By now he had exhausted all explosive scales, revealing a solid obsidian-like armor, which also had lava-like patterns shining with dark red light. Coupled with a majestic and robust body, full of features resembling vicious beasts, he appeared even more aggressive than abyssal monsters.
At the same time.
A pitch-black figure burned with flames, plummeting straight down—Baal’s falling speed was even faster than his ascent, and his body bore more cracks, with lava-like blood flowing within.
Whoosh!
Baal’s demon wings abruptly flapped mightily.
The fierce winds bent the grass and trees to the ground, sending dirt and stones flying.
His falling speed slowed, adjusting his body, ultimately not crashing onto the ground. Just before landing, he soared skyward again, dashing towards the Red Iron Dragon.
"The outer layer that absorbs my power is gone."
"Now, in a melee again, the advantage is mine."
Baal gazed at the Red Iron Dragon, his battle spirit high.
However, facing the aggressive Bloodhoof Chieftain, Galos swept his wings, his body tracing a comet’s streak in the air, evading Baal, rushing towards the ground, and swiftly skimming past.
Blade-like dragon wings slashed the earth.
One by one, Minotaur Warriors were cleaved in half.
Bathing in the swirling blood rain, Galos spun around, his towering Dragon Eyes locking onto another elite leader.
The massive ax of the Minotaur Warrior cleaved through the Ogre’s armor, the blade deeply embedded in the chest cavity, followed by a hoof kicking the gravely wounded Ogre away.
About to let out a roar to release the killing intent.
Suddenly, his spine chilled, as though targeted by an irresistible predator, a gust of foul wind also blew from behind.
The leader’s pupils contracted abruptly, turning his body to see the Red Iron Dragon charging with unstoppable momentum.
With a low growl, the leader’s eyes turned blood red, muscles swelled, his spirit concentrated to the utmost in crisis, gathering a lifetime of skills in the tightly gripped battle ax, swinging it face-to-face at the Red Iron Dragon.
Yet the claws fell faster than the ax.
Galos leisurely swiped a claw.
Boom! Accompanied by a spray of blood mist, the leader died instantly.
As the battle persisted till now, the Molten Iron Legion had gained significant advantage.
From the moment Baal and Galos began their fight, the scales of victory tilted towards the Molten Iron Clan’s side, and the Bloodhoof Team sprinted without a moment’s rest mid-battle, expending substantial stamina, whereas the Molten Iron Clan’s attack on the Bloodhoof Clan’s base posed little difficulty, practically conserving their strength.
Initially, the gap between the opposing sides was not obvious.
But as time elapsed, in this fierce, meat-grinder-like battle, the Bloodhoof Team severely depleted their stamina, began to flag, followed by sluggishness, weakness, and other negative states, swiftly collapsing.
"Don’t run!"
Baal roared furiously, waving his demon wings to chase Galos, but neither his speed nor agility could rival Galos.
Galos aimed to win the war with minimal cost, kiting and provoking the Minotaur Monster, disregarding its challenges, while focusing on targeting standout Bloodhoof leaders in the battle, quickly securing a huge advantage for the Molten Iron Legion.
Realizing he could not catch up with Galos at full speed.
Baal stifled his rising anger and violent emotions.
His second stage was not without cost, the boiling Demon Blood made him more irritable and easily enraged, prone to losing reason.
No longer pursuing the Red Iron Dragon meaninglessly.
The Minotaur Monster retracted its wings, crashing to the ground like a missile, ultimately landing with sturdy hooves.
War Stomp!
The ground did not shatter, not even a crack formed, but an invisible force radiated and spread from Baal’s landing site, shattering the surrounding Molten Iron Followers into blood mist.
Whoosh!
Baal raised his head, breathing deeply.
Threads of blood-colored energy peeled from the creatures he killed, surging like living beings, like strands, gathering towards him, slightly increasing his vigor, and even the injuries from the impact with Galos began healing.
If not fighting head-on.
Then let’s compete who kills faster!
His dark eyes filled with ferocity and bloodlust, Baal’s gaze swept around, fixing on the Molten Iron Legion’s followers, his eyes locking onto Gluttonous Demon Kalu.
Gluttonous Demons are thick-skinned, initially wounded by Baal, but still capable of fighting.
Noticing dragon-like features on the opponent’s body, Baal was sure this Ogre was a Dragon Vein Creature, a follower core. Killing it would surely provoke the Dragon Race’s wrath.
Demon Wings spread, flapping.
The Minotaur Monster shot skyward, charging straight towards Kalu.
At that moment, a crimson dragon shadow, faster than him, crashed into the Minotaur Monster’s side, thrusting him towards the sky.
When Baal wanted a direct battle, Galos kited him, maneuvered around, yet when he tried slaughtering followers, Galos came again.
