Aang!
A red dragon churned through the void, tossing its head and lashing its tail, knocking down countless Heavenly Soldiers and generals in midair. Its divine might was beyond compare.
Suddenly, its eyes blazed. It spotted Nangong Kuo up ahead, sighing over how hard life was, and recognized him as the commander of this North Heaven Gate army—Star Lord Wuqu.
"Roar!"
The Red Dragon bellowed, twisting its thousand-zhang body covered in dense, chilling scales. With a sweep of its tail, it lashed toward Nangong Kuo, the air beneath that tail compressed by the force of it.
Nangong Kuo's face changed drastically. That dragon tail was simply as thick and massive as a mountain ridge, far larger than his own frame. With an enraged roar, Nangong Kuo swung his sword and cut out a streak of sword light.
Crack!
But with a crisp sound, that streak of sword light was forcibly smashed apart by the dragon's body, and that dragon tail came bearing down.
Nangong Kuo's magic power erupted, and he was just about to swing his sword again, but that dragon tail came even faster. The force of the wind it whipped up alone pressed down on him until he could hardly move.
Nangong Kuo felt as if he had had an intimate encounter with a dragon—only the experience was truly not very pleasant. The instant they made contact, agony wracked his entire body as though a mountain had smashed into him, and he was sent flying backward, vomiting blood.
Hiss!
The Red Dragon's eyes flashed. Strictly following the fighting principle of taking your life while you were sick, it opened its mouth toward Nangong Kuo and spat out a beam of magic power that whistled through the void.
"Not good!"
Ma Lingyao was locked in battle with three true