Xinluo Karaman cast aside his previous demeanor and drove his staff heavily into the ground.
Purple patterns appeared across the ground.
The red dragon, having recovered most of its condition, aimed a mouthful of Dragon Breath at the incoming Flame Swords.
The crimson Dragon Breath was not merely fire; it was mixed with things Chen Yi did not understand.
The Dragon Breath shot out like a laser. The struck Flame Sword held on for a moment before exploding outright.
The impact from the Flame Sword's explosion temporarily interrupted the Dragon Breath. In that instant, another wave of Flame Swords arrived.
The Flame Swords tore through the flames created by the explosion, leaving translucent trails in the air as they reached the red dragon.
A barrage of explosions immediately erupted in midair.
All the Flame Swords were blown apart by the re-formed Dragon Breath.
However, after that attack, the red dragon was visibly weakened.
Dragon Breath was already one of its trump cards. Using it repeatedly placed an enormous burden on it.
"Buzzz!!!"
The ground shook violently, and streaks of purple "magma" occasionally burst forth.
Chen Yi naturally would not let him keep preparing.
The Magic Tool floating beside him frantically flipped its pages, while more than fifty Fire Rings unfolded around the Flame Demon.
The next moment, a matching number of Flame Swords shot forth.
Their speed and durability were much weaker than before. Chen Yi's goal was to interrupt Xinluo Karaman's casting.
The red dragon flapped its wings and once again positioned itself before Xinluo Karaman.
Its spread wings formed a shield that blocked every attack.
Squelch!
It was the sound of blades piercing flesh.
Its lifeless vertical pupils seemed to show a trace of relief.
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Xinluo Karaman felt no sadness over the red dragon's death,