Teyvat's Dragon War Catastrophe Exposed! Rheindott Controls the Calamity, Barbatos and Tvalin Fight to the Death

Long Shiya, standing beside him, curled his lip and said, "Kid, these aren't good things. Look at those things, which one of them looks like a real life?"

The scene shifts, and a woman's back appears in everyone's view.

She stood atop the cliff, dressed in a long black robe, her long golden hair dancing in the gale, looking down at the disaster she had created.

She is Rheindott, codename "Gold".

The mere sight of his back sent a shiver through the very souls of all the god-level powerhouses present.

It wasn't just simple oppression by force, but a kind of... profound and terrifying knowledge and madness that touched the World Root.

"What... is she trying to do?" Tang Ya murmured to herself, her face pale. As the former leader of the Tang Sect Clan, she too had been blinded by hatred, but compared to the woman before her, her actions were utterly insignificant.

Bei Bei gripped her hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "This has gone beyond hatred; it's a pure... questioning, a reckless quest."

Just then, a resounding dragon roar pierced the sky!

A colossal dragon, entirely black and so enormous it blotted out the sky, emerged with its ferocious head from the churning clouds. Its body was covered in eerie crimson patterns, and its wings, when spread, seemed capable of covering the entire sky.

Its aura was more terrifying than all the monsters below combined!

"Dragon!"

"What kind of dragon is that?!"

In that instant, everyone connected to the Dragon Clan stood up!

Gu Yuena's silver eyes instantly narrowed to pinpoints, and an uncontrollable surge of anger and disgust from the depths of her bloodline welled up within her.

"This is not a true Dragon Clan! This is a... twisted, pieced together, desecrated creation!" Her voice was icy cold.

As the Silver Dragon King, she could clearly sense the immense Life Force contained within the black dragon named "Durin," but that Life Force was being eroded and Domination by a deeper, more corrupt power. It was a puppet with the Dragon Clan form!

Tang Wulin's body tensed uncontrollably, the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within him roaring and raging. It was an instinctive fury at the desecration of his kind.

"Damn it! Who dares to treat the Dragon Clan like this!" The Dragon Prince roared in anger, his golden eyes burning with raging Lie Yan.

Even the Dragon God, who held the Supreme God, had a hint of coldness flash in his eyes that had seen through eternity.

He saw things more deeply.

The black dragon named Durin possessed an extremely powerful Life Essence. In fact, if it were a pure life form, its potential would be comparable to that of First-level Deities in the Douluo God Realm!

But now, it is merely a tragic creation tainted by the "Abyss".

"Rheindott ... 'Gold'..." The Dragon God slowly uttered the name, his voice devoid of any emotion, yet it seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

In the scene, Rheindott gently strokes Durin's head; what should have been a tender moment appears incredibly eerie.

"Go, Durin, my most perfect creation."

"Let the world witness your greatness."

With her gentle voice, the black dragon Durin let out a deafening roar and swooped down toward the windswept city!

The end of the world is coming!

However, just as Durin was about to destroy everything, a beam of azure light shot into the sky!

"It's Wind God Barbatos!" Huo Yuhao recognized him immediately.

The seemingly frail bard was now suspended in the air, surrounded by visible azure divine Divine Power. Behind him, an equally magnificent white dragon spread its wings and let out a clear, melodious roar!

"Tvalin! The Dragon of East Wind!" Tang Wulin recognized the giant dragon he had seen in the Stormterror's Lair at a glance.

"A true Dragon Clan!" Gu Yuena's disgust lessened, replaced by a solemn expression.

The air of Tvalin is pure and noble, filled with the free spirit of the sky and the wind, a stark contrast to the filth of Durin.

"A familiar...?" Tang San's gaze deepened. "A Deity, joining forces with a giant dragon... It seems the severity of this crisis exceeds everyone's imagination."

The next scene is a battlefield between Gods and dragons!

Wind God Barbatos, played the Holy Lyre der Himmel, and a torrent of countless wind blades swept across the heavens and earth, colliding fiercely with the corrosive breath spewed out by Durin.

Tvalin then engaged Durin in a primal hand-to-hand combat!

Two colossal dragons tumbled and tore at each other in the sky, each collision causing the space to tremble and the dissipated energy leveling the mountains below.

"Such immense power!" He Caitou stared in disbelief. "This... this each strike is comparable to the full-force bombardment of a level twelve Fixed Soul Guidance Cannonball, isn't it?"

Xu Sanshi swallowed hard. "This is just the aftermath of their melee... My Xuanwu Replacement probably wouldn't last even a second against them."

Holding the Nine Phoenixes Auspicious Flute in her hand, Xiao Xiao could feel that Barbatos ' power contained a soothing melody, while Durin was nothing but noise and chaos.

Ji Dong and Lie Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

"The power of Wind Element... to be used to this extent." Ji Dong murmured, "That Wind God's understanding of the elements is probably no less than mine."

Lie Yan's gaze lingered more on the land tainted by Durin's blood and flesh.

"It's not just elements; look, Durin's power is highly corrosive, it's 'polluting' that world."

Just as she said, when Durin's blood dripped onto the earth, the earth instantly withered, turning into scorched, ominous land. Tvalin was also slashed by Durin's claws during the battle, and ominous purple patterns immediately appeared on the wound, which continued to spread.

In the final moments of the battle, Barbatos and Tvalin joined forces and, at a terrible cost, finally pierced through Durin's body.

The enormous black dragon fell from the sky with a mournful cry, its massive body crashing onto a snow-capped mountain, where it will forever rest in eternal slumber.

The crisis seems to have passed.

But no one could laugh.

The scene gave a close-up of Tvalin's wound; the purplish-black stain, like the most vicious Curse, was deeply imprinted on his body. Even the Divine Power of the Wind God could only temporarily suppress it, not eradicate it.

The snow-capped mountain that buried Durin was also completely polluted by his enormous corpse and putrid blood, turning into the barren "Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain," shrouded in severe cold and an ominous aura year-round.

"We won... but we didn't win completely." Rong Nianbing sighed. As the God of Emotion, he could clearly feel the lingering pain and wailing on that land.

"This is the price," Hai Long said in a deep voice. "We defeated the enemy, but left behind indelible consequences. This pollution is more terrifying than direct destruction."