Scorching waves of heat distorted the view, and the air reeked of sulfur and burning.
Across the land, lava flowed like rivers. A molten dragon as massive as a mountain, shaped like a giant lizard and covered in fiery-red crystal armor, let out an earth-shaking roar. A pair of lava wings sprouted from its back, and the torrents of flame it spewed could melt gold and iron.
Yet this fearsome Heaven-tier Mutant Beast was now in a sorry state.
An ice-blue sword light fell like a freezing waterfall from the nine heavens, striking precisely at the base of its left lava wing. Extreme cold clashed violently with searing lava, unleashing great clouds of white steam. Crystal armor shattered, and a section of the dragon's wing snapped off.
Almost simultaneously, a slender strand of Sword Qi that seemed capable of slicing through space swept past soundlessly, leaving a wound deep enough to expose bone in its thick neck armor. Dark-red lava blood gushed out like a fountain.
Driven mad by pain, the Molten Mountain Dragon beat its remaining wings furiously, whipping up a rain of sky-burning fire. Its massive body soared upward, seeking to crush its enemies with the force of Mount Tai bearing down.
"Suppress!"
The deep command rang out like a decree from the mountains.
A phantom of True Lord Qianshan's black greatsword materialized out of thin air and pressed heavily onto the Molten Mountain Dragon's raised head. The terrifying weight forced its head sharply downward, and its enormous body slammed back into the ground. The earth split apart, throwing up boundless tidal waves of flame.
"Now!"
Fang Mo, who had long been waiting for this moment, flashed a ruthless look. Pale-golden blood energy erupted around him. Along his spine and limbs, pale-golden dragon markings blazed with dazzling light