Ismir and the Demon Dragon were both Dragon Demon Kings, but they looked nothing alike.
The Demon Dragon was black from head to tail, with ink-dark scales and scarlet flames burning at the tips of its horns.
Ismir was ice-blue from head to tail, with crystalline scales and white frost gathering at the tips of his horns.
He was slightly smaller than the Black Demon Dragon, but his aura was more concentrated. Weariness lingered in his ice-blue slit pupils, yet his fighting spirit burned high.
He had been trapped for an entire year, but with Ian working on the inside, he was certain they would win in the end.
"Black Dragon, you're old. That position no longer belongs to you!"
With that, Ismir charged at the Demon Dragon. His ice-blue domain spread along his path, swiftly covering a thousand miles.
The temperature within it plunged, and vast sheets of ice crystals formed in the air.
"A year apart, and you still don't know your limits."
The Demon Dragon turned its head to signal Ian to follow, then spread its wings and flew straight at the Frost Dragon.
A dark-red ring of light slammed into the ice-blue halo. The two extreme energies clashed wildly, twisting space across the battlefield.
"Don't know my limits?"
Ismir raised his head and let out a deafening roar. His body began to swell.
Like the Demon Dragon, the Frost King revealed his true form.
Ice-blue scales covered his entire body, two curved horns rose from his forehead, and blades of ice-blue light formed around him.
He grew to eighty meters tall. A pair of broad wings unfurled from his back, their tips leaving trails of ice crystals in the air.
One black and one blue, the two Dragon Kings unleashed their full might at once.
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