"Worm!"
"Kneel!"
Huo Ling's enormous figure flew rapidly above the divine temples, his roar left far behind him.
Under the terrified gaze of the Primordial Silver Dragon, Huo Ling's massive body had already reached his side.
"Boom!"
Before the Primordial Silver Dragon could dodge, Huo Ling slammed him straight into the ground. In that instant, he felt as though every bone in his body had been shattered.
A Silver Dragon's physical strength was not weak, but that depended on who it was compared to.
Compared with other races, a Silver Dragon's body was undoubtedly quite formidable.
But compared to Huo Ling's Hellflame Dragon body, it was nothing but a weakling—let alone compared to Huo Ling, a Hellflame Dragon Progenitor.
A Primordial Gold Dragon charged in from afar, intending to stop Huo Ling's next move.
Silver Dragons excelled more at spellcasting, while Gold Dragons were more proficient in close combat.
Huo Ling had no intention of sparing this Primordial Silver Dragon. He swung his thick tail with all his strength, its sharp bone spines and trident-like tip tearing through the air.
Huo Ling's sweeping tail directly raised a Flame Storm, its immense force ripping apart the space of the Mokulia Celestial Realm.
Even sound could not keep up with the speed of that tail strike. The tail, along with its trident-like bony spikes at the end—
—lashed directly against the Primordial Gold Dragon rushing over in desperate haste to save his companion.
"Boom!!!"
"Aoo!!"
After an enormous crash, the nearly hundred-meter-long Primordial Gold Dragon, who had been charging forward at high speed, was hurled backward at an even greater speed.
Divine temples, other buildings, and towering spires along the way were smashed to pieces by his body.
Blinding divine light, vast clouds of blood mist, and shattered golden Spirit Realm erupted