Preparing for Forging

The battle between the Red Dragon and the Primal Witch shifted onto the river.

Since it was a great river capable of supporting shipping, their battle would not cause the canal to collapse.

Waves of air blasted across the water beneath their feet, every clash as fierce as a raging storm.

Neither side could do anything to the other.

The Red Dragon could not completely kill the Primal Witch, nor could the Primal Witch defeat the Red Dragon.

"You should be sunk into the deep sea again!" The Red Dragon exhaled dragon breath, and blazing flames warped the air.

"I never wanted that either! Things just deteriorated to that point."

"Then you should not have stopped me from killing that person."

"I am certain that even if you kill Mel, Carlos's soul will not return to this world!"

Neither was willing to yield. One controlled immense magic power as though intending to crush everything apart, while the other relied on overwhelming physical strength to withstand that pure magic head-on.

That supremely pure magic power had returned magic to its most primitive state—violent and crude, like a savage beast born into this world to tear everything to shreds.

Every spell was cast without chanting or charging. All their attacks were direct, powerful magic driving them to slaughter the dragon.

The Red Dragon flashed forward again. A terrifying sonic boom erupted beneath his feet as the water churned, and his fist smashed into the witch's Magic Shield.

The shield, condensed from pure magic power, shattered instantly like glass struck by an iron hammer.

Only after being driven back across the river for some distance did the witch barely manage to steady herself.

"It seems that both the witch and the Red Dragon had been holding back in their fight with me."

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