Tom's savage slash struck the neck of Tiamat's white dragon head, shattering the scales along its neck and tearing through flesh. Dragon blood sprayed from the wound.
White dragon blood dripped from its neck onto the ground, instantly freezing a vast stretch of land solid.
Tiamat's other heads swiftly came to its aid and drove Tom back once more.
Tom drew a deep breath, gathering vast amounts of divine power to rapidly heal the injuries to his divine body.
Tiamat did the same. The shattered scales on her white dragon head swiftly regenerated with the aid of divine power.
Such a seemingly fierce battle was merely an appetizer to beings as powerful as these two.
Compared with Tom, Tiamat held an absolute advantage in combat power. Even so, defeating Tom would still be a long and arduous matter.
Tom wanted to enter Bahamut's temple. Once inside, with the God of Loyalty directing its defenses, capturing the temple would become far more difficult.
Tiamat's current goal was not to defeat Tom completely. Holding him back was enough.
The task of breaching the temple thus fell to Huo Ling and the dragon projections summoned by Tiamat.
In the sky, countless projections of legendary dragons, ancient dragons, and primordial dragons were still roaring excitedly.
Perhaps only under Tiamat's command could so many powerful chromatic evil dragons be gathered to fight together.
Huo Ling, who had been attacking furiously without pause, suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
At this moment, the entire Mokulia Celestial Realm seemed to have awakened. Numerous celestials were assembling.
The attack of the Mother of Evil Dragons and the Emperor of Hellflame Dragons of Utmost Evil was a humiliation to the Mokulia Celestial Realm.
And now, these celestials were about to wash away that humiliation.
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