They both relied on their high resistance to fire and impact to hurt their opponents—well, that wasn't much of a problem. After all, few monsters were killed by their own attacks.
Teostra looked furious. It was still midday, yet the entire sky had taken on an orange-red glow, almost like dusk.
Even from the coast, hundreds of meters away, Xingyan could see flames flickering in the air. There was nothing for them to ignite; they had appeared out of nowhere, burning in midair.
This was completely unreasonable Ancient Dragon Power. No, even Elder Dragons were supposed to obey Capcom-style science. Why—Xingyan's eyes widened as he finally spotted faint traces of dust.
Like the scales on a butterfly's or moth's wings, these particles were what made flames flicker across an area hundreds of meters around them. Teostra had released them.
There were no spectacular explosions, just a simple, unadorned rise in temperature.
The already high temperatures in the Great Sand Sea became even more terrifying under Teostra's influence. It was no exaggeration to say that the sea was boiling.
White steam rose continually from the surface. At first, there were only wispy white strands, but within seconds a layer of white fog blanketed the sea. The steam was hot enough to scald fragile skin and strip flesh from bone.
Xingyan stared, dumbfounded. Teostra was fucking boiling the sea?!
Hovering in midair with his wings beating, Teostra looked like a true emperor surveying his domain. He was nothing short of majestic.
Nergigante tried to break through the wall of heat and attack Teostra. His hard spikes grew even more brittle in the intense temperature. Nergigante did reach Teostra, but by then he had been burned black.
Before the spikes that had burned to ash could fall from his body, new ones were