Silver Moon Light

Deep Dragons were inherently cunning and selfish dragons. Upon seeing their companions die, they turned and fled to the rear almost without hesitation, twisting their heads back to spray clusters of Poison Mist behind them, obscuring vision and cutting off pursuit.

But the Half-elf Paladin would not give them that chance.

Whoosh—

A sword light dozens of meters long flashed past, cleaving through the Poison Mist and tearing open a massive gap.

Immediately afterward, Rhea, transformed into an Avenging Angel, shot forward at high speed. She directly caught up to one of the Deep Dragons and arrived less than twenty meters behind it.

The Deep Dragon frantically beat its wings and whipped its long, venom-spiked tail behind it, trying to swat Rhea out of the air.

But Rhea did not panic. With a light beat of her wings, she became an afterimage and swept past, evading the Deep Dragon's tail swipe. Then she slashed diagonally in midair, twilight light spilling from her blade.

Rip—

With the sound of flesh tearing, filthy blood sprayed everywhere. One entire wing of the Deep Dragon was severed. Losing its balance, it fell from the sky, its wails echoing through the heavens.

Rhea drew in her wings, gripped the silver sword with both hands, aimed its tip at the ground, and dove sharply downward.

Boom!

The Deep Dragon crashed heavily into the ground, smashing out a crater more than ten meters wide. Dust billowed, and shattered stones flew in all directions.

Covered in blood, its bones had been shattered by the tremendous impact. It could only struggle endlessly on the ground, letting out miserable howls.

But the howls abruptly stopped the next moment.

Rhea descended from above and drove her sharp silver sword through the Deep Dragon's skull, ending its filthy life and pinning it