On any planet, the most terrifying and destructive force had never been humans or any kind of animal, but extreme natural weather.
For thousands of years, people had revered it, feared it, and even worshipped it, creating a special term for it.
Natural disaster!
A disaster from the heavens.
There were many kinds of natural disasters, but in a desert nation, the most common and most powerful was a sandstorm, also known as a dust storm!
Violent winds swept up vast amounts of dry soil and gravel. Yellow sand rolled across the sky, blotting out the sun and swallowing everything in its path, burying it all beneath the dust.
At that moment, Dragon stood amid such a terrifying natural disaster, locked in the fiercest fight to the death against the Slave King who controlled it.
The green cyclone had long since condensed into lifelike Wind Dragons that circled around him, blocking all the sandstorms within a radius of ten meters. That was already the limit of what they could do.
[Clang!]
He had no idea how many times claw and scepter had collided head-on, but the tremendous shockwave that erupted seemed even fiercer than before. Wherever it passed, wind and sand alike rippled outward with the air and were swept away.
Yet the endless sandstorm immediately surged back, reducing visibility across heaven and earth to its lowest point. Everywhere he looked was a dim yellow haze and howling winds.
"What a troublesome bastard!"
King Taklama, hidden within the sandstorm, no longer felt the ease and comfort he had at the beginning. Beneath the Golden Mask, his face had long since twisted with irritation and rage.
He had thought that, with his strength, taking down Dragon would be effortless, and that he would soon have another ace Logia slave.
But who