Even in the face of encirclement, even when confronting an unknown fate.
This Platinum Dragon God was still making his final preparations, hoping to increase his odds of victory in this battle.
Hearing Bahamut's words, Huo Ling shook his head slightly. "Even if I kill you, there still won't be any rift between me and the gods of good."
"And besides... I could have flattened the Blood War with one hand long ago. Why would I need reinforcements from the gods of the Spirit Realm?"
Of course, whether he could win this Blood War was not for Huo Ling to decide, but that did not stop him from bragging.
Bahamut slowly put away the birdcage in his hand. The seven canaries from atop the cage had already gathered around him.
Roar!!!
Amid seven long dragon roars, the seven canaries transformed into ancient gold dragons in unison.
The seven ancient gold dragons, each with strength above the fifteenth rank of Radiant Moon Legend, flew at Bahamut's side and began seeking suitable battle positions.
These seven ancient gold dragons were not merely melee dragons.
Their hand-to-hand combat abilities were naturally formidable. Even against red dragons of the same rank, they could surpass them in close combat.
At the same time, among these seven dragons were dragons who had studied magic, as well as God-Sealing Dragons who had mastered divine spells.
Their combat power was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.
After seeing the ancient gold dragons at Bahamut's side prepare for battle, Tiamat slowly began circling around Bahamut.
"Begin!"
"Stop wasting words with him!"
Tiamat roared.
Huo Ling and Bahamut began transforming almost simultaneously. Bahamut became a massive platinum dragon.
Huo Ling's body, meanwhile, became a dark crimson dragon burning with hellfire.
The seven ancient gold dragons, each