Huff, huff!
Dragon Breath had already gathered in his throat.
Frost Ge's savage expression reflected in Rosai's vertical pupils. Before Frost Ge could close in, Rosai pushed hard with his legs and rammed straight into him.
As they tumbled together, he opened his jaws and viciously bit toward Frost Ge's neck.
Frost Ge tilted his head aside and dodged.
Rosai only bit into his shoulder, his sharp teeth sinking deep beneath Frost Ge's skin. The Dragon Breath brewing in his throat then erupted without reservation. It was like burning black oil, mixed with billowing black smoke.
That breath illuminated the night.
A wyvern's Dragon Breath was one rank below a true dragon's dragonfire.
But it was still the essence of Earth Power, capable of burning all things—and especially devastating to Snow Demons invading from another world!
Frost Ge's eyes nearly split with pain. He was a living Frost Troll, not an insensible Snow Giant puppet.
A heavy blow would make him weep and snot just as surely.
Yet the intense pain only invigorated him further. He seized Rosai's neck with both hands and yanked violently, tearing Rosai's head away from his shoulder along with a massive chunk of charred flesh.
Dragon Breath still burned in his wound, making his left arm tremble incessantly.
But he no longer cared. Clamping down on Rosai's neck, he slammed Rosai's head into the mud. Then he raised a fist larger than a road roller and smashed it down on Rosai's head. Boom! With a single punch, Rosai passed out.
A wyvern faced an enormous difference in strength against a Frost Troll.
"Faster." Frost Ge panted. The pain of Dragon Breath burning his shoulder had left him with no desire to roar. As he muttered the slogan, he picked up the wooden club he had