Xila's Death

Iwa abandoned spell-like abilities and dragon breath, instead using his massive body to pounce on the servant god and engage it in close combat.

Meanwhile, the cunning Vito circled their battlefield from afar, seizing opportunities from time to time to unleash all kinds of lightning-based spell-like abilities.

Sometimes, he would even swoop close and unleash a bolt of lightning dragon breath.

Yuwen, who had been beaten miserably, had finally found a chance to vent his fury. With even Iwa personally joining the fight, Yuwen dared not cower in the rear.

Positioned diagonally across from Iwa, Yuwen launched attacks at the servant god's back from time to time.

Four Legends fought fiercely in this space, and the situation was immediately reversed.

Previously, the legendary red dragon Yuwen had been beaten like a dog. Now, the servant god had become the one at a disadvantage.

Iwa's strength was now roughly on par with the servant god's. With the support of two other legendary true dragons, the two sides fought back and forth.

A heavy suit of flame armor covered Iwa's body. It was one of his spell-like abilities, and its defenses were formidable. Even the servant god's Whip of Pain did no more than scatter rings of fiery fragments when it struck it.

"Worm! Is that all you've got!?" Iwa roared.

Iwa was incomparably exhilarated. The pain from the servant god's earlier grievous wounds had been gnawing at his heart, and now he finally felt relief.

"Heretics, thou... shalt not rejoice too soon!"

The servant god refused to be outdone. Its weapon abandoned Iwa and turned to attack Yuwen instead.

Iwa was far too strong. Coupled with the defenses of his flame armor and dragon scales, the servant god's attacks were little more than a scratch to him.

Yuwen, on the other