Clito and Asna, husband and wife, fighting together produced far more than the power of one plus one.
For a long time, they had shared an exceptional tacit understanding, especially when fighting side by side. Back when they were only mid-tier, the two of them could join forces and exchange blows with Qiao Xiu, who had already begun to step into the legendary realm. Though they could not win, they could at least hold out for a while. Later, they cultivated a secret art developed by some ancient church, one that could greatly enhance the effectiveness of their cooperation. Now that both of them were mid-tier legendary masters, if they joined hands, then aside from supreme experts like Leon, who had already reached the peak of the legendary realm, no one else could withstand them.
That dark-red evil dragon, naturally, could not withstand them either.
Both husband and wife were rich in combat experience. Having observed the dragon just now, they had determined that it was roughly at the mid-tier legendary level, so they immediately attacked in coordination. Clito charged straight at it first, his twin blades whistling like the wind as they knocked aside its claws and exposed an opening in its center. Asna followed at once, her sword light streaking like a meteor as it pierced the dragon's throat in an instant.
For an ordinary dragon, this strike would not be fatal, but it was the most troublesome kind of wound short of a fatal one. The throat was a vital point; taking a sword there would certainly inflict severe injury. More importantly, an injured throat would prevent it from speaking clearly, making the dragon race's most mysterious and powerful Draconic magic impossible to cast—cutting off Draconic magic was common sense in dragon slaying, and the key to