Dragon King's Breath

Boom—

An extremely cold glacial torrent appeared in the sky, like an endlessly flowing river of ice, freezing and submerging everything in its path. Even the Red Dragon Emperor found it difficult to melt.

Keosius spread his wings in mid-air, raised his head, and let out a long cry. Ancient runes emerged over the scales covering his body, also emitting an icy-blue glow, as though the furious roar of a primordial giant came from within his chest.

Everfrost Rune Power!

Solem's Winter's Wrath!

All the divine power seized from the Frost Giants poured forth, allowing the Red Dragon Emperor, despite his incompatible nature, to wield frost and command cold for a brief time.

The Red Dragon Emperor raised his dragon claw. A chilling glint flashed through his light gold eyes as the surging river of ice abruptly changed direction, crashing toward the earth and even showing signs of being forced back toward Erebos.

Shock appeared on Erebos's face, and the claw gripping the Dragon Bone Scepter trembled slightly. "How is this possible? How can a Red Dragon possess the power to control frost?"

But he quickly clenched his teeth, swung the scepter again, recited ancient Draconic Incantations, and prayed once more to the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.

His pupils turned a deep swamp green—murky and viscous, as though filled with venom and rotten miasma. Even the whites of his eyes became a sickly yellowish white, occasionally seeping faint green mist.

His gaze resembled the eyes of a giant crocodile in a deep pool, filled with deceit, poisonous schemes, and malice capable of corroding all things.

Erebos roared angrily, "Let life wither beneath Your poisonous breath! Let all cowards rot beneath Your whispers!"

The ferocious Green Dragon head in the sky lowered itself and spewed endless dark-green Poison Mist. The mist churned