(Beautiful image of Zhu Zhuqing)
Lin Jiang reached out, wrapped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
With his other hand clenched into a fist, icy blue light gathered around it.
"Ice Dragon Fist—!"
He threw a punch.
A chilling dragon-shaped shadow of ice burst from his fist and collided head-on with the surging magma.
Hiss—the white mist exploded outward. A large swath of magma froze solid, but more surged up from behind, pushing the frozen mass onward.
Lin Jiang pressed Zhu Zhuqing's head into the crook of his shoulder, turned around, and faced the oncoming magma with his back.
Boom!
The magma slammed into his back, propelling them upward like cannonballs.
His robes burned through in several places, and his back turned red from the heat, but the Golden Dragon Body's defenses held firm.
It wasn't over yet.
In the magma, a crimson figure shot upward at high speed.
The Explosive Flame Shatter Dragon opened its jaws, its vertical pupils locked onto Lin Jiang's back.
Its enormous mouth was already closing, the shadows of its fangs falling over his back.
There was no time to dodge.
"Flame Dragon Fist!"
Lin Jiang threw a punch.
The phantom of a fire dragon slammed into the creature's mouth. Not a single one of the Explosive Flame Shatter Dragon's scales even turned red, and mockery flashed through its vertical pupils.
Using a fire attack against a fire dragon? What an idiot.
But it was wrong.
Lin Jiang wasn't trying to hurt it. He wanted the recoil.
The impact of the Flame Dragon Fist sent him and Zhu Zhuqing hurtling upward like cannonballs. The dragon's fangs snapped shut just past the soles of his shoes, biting nothing but air.
Bang!
Ash exploded around them.
Holding Zhu Zhuqing, Lin Jiang