From the moment the Black Dragon Emperor saw the Golden Dragon Emperor, boundless hatred sprang across his hideous face. Yet at that moment, he still disregarded everything to slay the yellow-robed middle-aged man!
Under the power of their hatred, no one dared approach the battlefield around them. But just then, the Golden Dragon Emperor ordered an attack, and the army charged toward the Black Dragon Emperor's several-hundred-man force!
The Black Dragon Emperor let out a great shout, seemingly trying to make his troops retreat. But at that moment, his loyal forces had already embraced death. Aside from a small portion that withdrew, the rest charged fearlessly toward the opposing army of a hundred thousand!
The great battle erupted without warning. The mismatched armies—a massive legion and a small band—crashed together in stark contrast. The several hundred men vanished one after another, as if crushed beneath a tank.
Watching his companions die one by one, the Black Dragon Emperor was caught between despair and fury. His attacks grew even more ferocious, while the black mass behind him slaughtered the surrounding soldiers in a frenzy. Everyone who came near died in the giant dragon's jaws.
The army no longer dared approach the two of them and simply let them fight to the death.
I watched the Black Dragon Emperor, a sorrow rising in my heart. The scene before me was like a hero at the end of his road—victory meant death, and defeat meant death as well.
Yet the Black Dragon Emperor did not grow afraid or retreat because of it. He pressed the yellow-robed middle-aged man frantically, while the latter seemed to have developed a guilty conscience. Or perhaps the Black Dragon Emperor was simply a little stronger. Not long after their battle began, I had no idea what the yellow-robed