Magellan slowly straightened up, but he could clearly feel a blade-like agony wildly twisting through his abdomen.
Without a doubt, the organs inside his body had suffered severe damage.
Yet despite the unbearable pain, the conviction and sense of duty deep within him remained as unshakable as a rock.
Then, without hesitation, Magellan launched another attack.
In an instant, three enormous dragon-shaped masses of poison erupted from his body!
The toxicity emitted by these Venom Dragons was entirely different from the poisonous gas he had released earlier. The latter would merely cause anyone who came into contact with it to gradually lose their five senses, while the former was far more horrifying—touch one even slightly, and the terrifying toxin within would instantly corrode them away.
The Venom Dragons bared their fangs and claws as they lunged at their opponent. Wherever they passed, even the air warped from the poison. Seeing this, their opponent's gaze sharpened, and he swiftly moved to evade. Yet one Venom Dragon was so fast that it still grazed the corner of his clothes. The fabric instantly vanished, releasing a pungent scorched smell.
Magellan stared intently at his opponent. Though the excruciating pain in his abdomen made cold sweat stream down his forehead, his gaze only grew firmer.
His opponent began to counterattack. A fierce sword slash cut toward the Venom Dragon, splitting it in two, but the poison splashed onto the surrounding ground, instantly corroding deep pits into it.
Taking advantage of the opening while his opponent attacked the Venom Dragons, Magellan formed even more of them. Dragging his injured body along, he continuously controlled the dragons to besiege his opponent. Every attack carried his stubborn devotion to duty and his desire for victory.
He knew perfectly well that if he fell, everything here would be