Faced with Zhu Rong's fierce sword strike, Bahamut did not dare take it head-on. It tilted its lizard-like head to the side, letting the Pine Pattern Heavy Sword slash down past its eyes.
Boom.
Flames erupted.
Crimson light shot into the sky.
Bahamut beat its wings and pulled away from Zhu Rong.
It was deeply wary of the Crimson True Fire Zhu Rong had released.
Earlier, while it had been gathering energy in midair and preparing to flatten Fog City with a single blast, Zhu Rong had struck it on the chin with the divine art Riding the Wind.
That had caused it to alter the trajectory of its bombardment, sending the high-energy beam that was meant to blast into Fog City up into the sky instead.
Afterward, it discovered that the spot wounded by the crimson flames was unbearably painful. The hard scales Bahamut had always been proud of had actually melted within those crimson flames.
One had to know that several years ago, when it had attacked Fog City, even King Arthur's Excalibur had been unable to inflict such damage.
Therefore.
The Nightmare Dragon was extremely wary of Zhu Rong's flames. Its instincts told it that if those crimson flames enveloped its entire body,
it would die!
At present, Bahamut only wanted to leave. The situation in Fog City had exceeded its expectations.
Even though it had brought along the dragon Fafnir, Bahamut still had no certainty of victory this time.
The situation was completely different from when it had attacked Fog City several years ago!
Whether it was the Zhu Rong before it or Po Jun, who was battling Fafnir, both gave the Nightmare Dragon an inexplicable sense of danger.
Thus, after pulling away, Bahamut beat its wings and tried to soar into the clouds.
But Zhu