Flame Lord forcefully suppressed the shock and suspicion in her heart.
She beat her wings with all her strength, trying to pull away and regroup.
Her long dragon neck arched back, and a deep hum rose from the depths of her throat.
This was the sign of a higher-tier Draconic spell charging up.
Molten-gold radiance flowed rapidly through the gaps in her dark red scales.
The free fire elements in the air frantically gathered around her, forming rings of visibly scorching ripples.
She intended to use the trump card of a Lord Dragon—[Molten Core Burst].
It was a seventh-tier Draconic spell that instantly detonated highly compressed fire elements, unleashing power comparable to the heart of a volcanic eruption.
However, empowered by the Chaos God's Favor, Little Blackie's battle instincts had become exceptionally sharp.
It gave Flame Lord no chance to finish chanting. The instant her wings spread and her magic power began to surge violently, it attacked.
Little Blackie's dragon claw, covered in gray patterns, suddenly clenched through the air.
There was no incantation or complicated casting gesture. Yet after that simple motion, the scorching ripples gathering in orderly fashion around Flame Lord abruptly descended into chaos.
It was as though an invisible giant hand had brutally stirred the sea of elements.
The previously docile fire elements became violent and difficult to control.
Some of the elemental energy even annihilated itself amid the disorder, ultimately dispersing into faint specks of light.
Flame Lord's chant was interrupted.
Furious and alarmed, she stared at Little Blackie, disbelief appearing in her pale golden vertical pupils.
Interfering with elemental gathering was usually the suppression of lower-tier magic by higher-tier magic, or some kind of special rule-based ability.
But this black dragon before her clearly should not have possessed such overwhelming mastery of Draconic magic!