A Battle Approaching Divinity

"Worthy of Tiamat's most loyal lapdog. You do have some skill, but if you think this is enough to defeat me—you're still far from it!"

Keosius spread his wings and roared. The blazing sun behind him slowly moved toward Kazur, bringing towering flames that scattered the Doomsday Embers shrouding the sky.

"Keosius, you are too young, and too arrogant." Kazur's gaze flickered as he looked calmly at the Embers of the Burned Emperor, undisguised killing intent glinting within his narrow pupils.

He swung his pitch-black dragon wings. The ashes unleashed by Destructive Divine Power swept across the sky like a flooding tide, tangling with the blazing sun as they continuously canceled out and collided with one another.

Under the clash of these two powers that surpassed natural disasters, the sky brightened and darkened by turns. At times, light blazed brilliantly; at others, boundless darkness descended, as though it were being constantly torn apart by the two colossal beasts.

Every beat of the two Red Dragons' wings carried the howl of storms, and every strike triggered a dull sonic boom that shook the boiling crimson lake below. Even the mountains groaned beneath the shadows they cast.

The watching mortals looked up at the sky and felt their eyes sting and their skin burn. They instinctively covered their eyes with their hands, and some were even blinded on the spot—this was a battle between beings beyond legend. Ordinary mortals could suffer unimaginable harm even if they merely watched from over a dozen kilometers away.

"Boom!"

The blazing sun was pierced by black light. A burning fragment fell from the sky and crashed toward the ground, instantly erupting with terrifying energy—it was divine power from the sun itself, containing multiple laws of flame, light, destruction, and rebirth.

Amid Earth-Shattering thunder, the ground trembled