Fire only needed a spark to possess limitless potential to burn... The flames released by the Golden Dragon were just like that.
Like a queen of fire, enormous fireballs shot from Fafnir's palms one after another... No matter how many rootlets there were or how quickly they grew, they seemed unable to withstand the speed at which these flames burned.
The Lost Rift was simply too vast—so vast that it covered the territories of the Thirteen Clans throughout the Non-human Realm... And this place was merely the section of the Lost Rift where the Torredo Clan resided.
These vines, along with the rootlets spreading and growing from them, were practically endless... They even possessed only simple instincts—but after being provoked by this place, the Lost Fangs in the rift beneath the entire Torredo Clan fell into a state of frenzy!
At the edge of the pit of corpses, countless vines coiled together, covering the sloped section of the entire pit and even reaching higher... Like enormous waves of vines, they crashed down layer after layer!
In an instant, the entire pit of corpses had completely become the territory of these vampiric vines... On the ground, the dark green and black vampiric vines were tangled together like a roughly woven carpet.
Then, from beneath the earth, vines as thick as two people embracing each other drilled out one after another like giant worms. Each twisted its body, rising dozens of meters high.
Fafnir continued to unleash her dragon flames without a care—but what she failed to realize was that a great deal of sweat had already appeared on her body.
All of a sudden, she felt hollow inside... The Golden Dragon possessed an enormous amount of magic power, yet at this moment, she felt powerless. The magic around her recovered so