Battle

Run or not? Once Zul'ra sensed that Deathwing had locked onto him, he faced a choice: save himself or protect Tarecgosa. He had not had many lives to throw away in this world, and he was no match for Deathwing at all.

No matter how many reasons rose in his mind telling him that he was no match for Deathwing, Zul'ra still turned around. Facing the Black Dragon King charging at him from afar, he raised the gleaming claws on all four limbs, beat and swept his wings, accelerated headlong into the attack, and let out a provocative, impassioned dragon roar.

"Zul'ra..." Tarecgosa and Anveena on her back stared blankly as they watched the dragon of black scales and shining claws rush straight at the Lord of Destruction.

Not only Tarecgosa and Anveena were stunned—even Deathwing, flying straight toward them, paused in surprise. But as he watched the strange giant dragon that Zul'ra had transformed into fly before him, the Lord of Destruction spread his wings as well, assuming a posture much like his opponent's.

With his wings spread wide behind him, Deathwing used the resistance of the airflow to suspend himself in midair. He stretched his neck forward and leaned his body out, the four claws beneath his belly striking forward like they were tearing through the sky, aimed at Zul'ra, who was charging in with the same posture.

In an instant, the two colossal beasts collided above the waters of Bladefist Bay. Claw met claw, wing struck wing, and thick smoke and spray burst outward, engulfing the sea at once.

From afar, Tarecgosa and Anveena could only see purple mist spreading through a mass of black smoke and water vapor, with dragonfire churning within. Then a miserable dragon cry seized both their hearts. Tarecgosa wanted to fly over,