The night was utterly torn apart by the two dragons.
Facing Garos's overwhelming assault, the Cliff Serpent Dragon did not meet his edge head-on. After soaring into the air, its body sprang away like a green bolt of lightning, twisting and turning continuously as its long body traced a complex zigzag path through the sky.
However.
In terms of speed and agility, it still could not match Garos.
Garos's body was strong and thick. At first glance, he seemed somewhat heavy and cumbersome, as though he lacked the agility of the Cliff Serpent Dragon's serpentine form. Yet his flexibility while turning was unimaginable. With a sweep of his massive wings, howling gales and dense sparks erupted, and even near-ninety-degree turns could be completed in an instant.
The two dragons wheeled and darted through the night sky.
The Cliff Serpent Dragon flew diagonally upward, while Garos pursued relentlessly from behind. The distance between them rapidly shrank.
Looking back and seeing the Red Iron Dragon drawing ever closer, the Cliff Serpent Dragon let out a hiss. Unable to shake Garos off and enraged by his relentless pursuit, it grew increasingly furious.
Yet its instincts told it that Garos was dangerous now.
If it could not slow him down, being struck by this attack might leave it severely wounded in an instant.
Serpent Dragons did not fear death, but unless they had reached their final moment or were consumed by extreme rage and hatred, they would not use Death Curse to make a powerful enemy pay the price.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The high-temperature vapor rising beneath the Cliff Serpent Dragon's scales turned green, becoming poisonous mist. Then, the poison mist erupting from the gaps between its scales condensed into fine threads in midair. As it twisted and moved, the threads wove a massive