The Players' Counterattack

The instant the Red Dragon's head was severed, the remaining green and blue heads instinctively threw back their heads and let out shrill, agonized wails.

Then, their faces twisted into savage expressions. They writhed their necks and viciously bit at Alger and his giant eagle, even cutting off their escape route in advance.

"Now! It's your turn!"

Alger shouted himself hoarse as he narrowly dodged several ferocious bites in succession.

"Roar—"

A dragon's roar came from midair. Hundreds of Red Scale Conquerors formed two green torrents, surging toward the blue and green heads respectively. Their sharp lances carried overwhelming momentum and terrifying power as they pierced the Chromatic Dragon Beast's body.

In an instant, the Chromatic Dragon Beast's two remaining heads were riddled with dense bloody holes. Scalding crimson blood gushed out, along with chunks of flesh scattering through the air.

The remaining Red Scale Conquerors grew even more frenzied. They circled the Chromatic Dragon Beast's massive body, ceaselessly swinging their weapons. The giant beast's wounds became increasingly dense, and more and more blood poured from them.

The blood mist spread through the air. The Wyverns beneath the Red Scale Conquerors beat their wings, stirring powerful gusts. It was as though a crimson storm had enveloped the Chromatic Dragon Beast, intent on cutting it into a thousand pieces.

Amid the execution of this bloody storm, the Chromatic Dragon Beast wailed miserably without end. It swung its enormous, deadly limbs, trying to kill the "flies" circling around it.

Yet no matter how the giant beast struggled, the Red Scale Conquerors always evaded its attacks with their superior mobility and left fresh wounds across its body.

Before long, the Chromatic Dragon Beast was covered in wounds. Its mountain-sized, monstrously twisted body was scarred by blades, swords, and bullets. Blood streamed from those