The battle between dragons began.
Unlike the dazzling, elegant clash of magic Luo Chuan had imagined, from the very beginning, the black and silver dragons charged straight at each other, choosing the most direct and ferocious method of combat—
Hand-to-hand combat.
Madness carried beauty, and beauty carried death.
Ordinary people would likely find it difficult to imagine what a dragon brawl looked like.
Fangs, sharp claws, wings, tails, bone spurs... every part of their bodies became the deadliest of weapons.
They hissed and roared, spewing plasma flames from their mouths as they rolled and slammed into floating mountains, smashing them directly into countless fragments of stone.
Their bodies were torn apart, fuel and blood gushing out together. The wildly surging energy stirred up thundercloud storms high in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning appeared, transforming the heavens into a thunderous Purgatory.
The mad spectacle stimulated the audience's nerves.
They cheered excitedly, shouting for the warriors they supported.
"Roar!"
Another close-range clash.
The black dragon seized an opening and clamped down hard on the silver dragon's wing, tearing it straight off. A liquid that was not blood flowed freely, falling into the lava river below.
Flames surged into the sky.
The silver dragon had likewise inflicted considerable damage on the black dragon. His tail, like a nimble venomous snake, pierced through the black dragon's body.
The fires of war burned even fiercer.
It seemed that only death could bring this battle to an end.
Their heavily damaged bodies gradually began to lose control, every component running beyond capacity until they completely collapsed, bursting continuously with dazzling sparks.
The battle ultimately ended with the black dragon's victory.
Only half of his body remained. Three spinal columns, as though forged from some kind of crystal, could be clearly seen, along with two