Who Isn't a Herrscher?

Knowing full well the power behind the Crimson Sun she had swung down, Yao let out an incredulous cry.

Below, murderous intent filled Azhdaha's ominous ruby blood-red eyes as he looked cruelly and fiercely at Yao, the wings formed from Dragon's Afterimage spread behind him.

At that moment, Luo Mio's figure suddenly appeared behind Azhdaha.

He raised his fist, roaring lightning gathering in his hand before he fiercely struck at one of Azhdaha's Dragon's Afterimage wings.

"Bang—!"

The powerful punch directly broke one of Azhdaha's wings.

"Damn!"

Azhdaha cursed under his breath.

"I see. My wings are the target!"

Once he lost his wings, he would be unable to dodge by taking to the air. In that case, Yao in the sky could continuously harass him and bombard him with firepower.

But in that instant, scorching vortices gathered within Azhdaha's three heads. He suddenly turned and opened his jaws toward Luo Mio behind him.

Apocalyptic Extreme Flame—'Khvarenah'!

Only the length of an adult's arm separated Luo Mio and Azhdaha. At such close range, Azhdaha's Khvarenah was already primed to blast Luo Mio.

Seeing this, a Void Fissure instantly appeared before Luo Mio.

The terrifying Apocalyptic Extreme Flame blasted straight into Luo Mio's Void Fissure.

Azhdaha looked at Luo Mio with an extremely frustrated expression.

"!"

At the corner of Luo Mio's eye, a slash from a black blade swept toward his neck. His eyes flashed.

"Clang—!"

Several Void Spears instantly appeared before him, blocking the attack.

Seeing this, Azhdaha seized the instant Luo Mio was distracted and immediately swung a fist carrying the power to shatter mountains and rivers.

"Bang—!"

Luo Mio crossed his arms and blocked Azhdaha's blow.

Just as Azhdaha intended to press the attack—

"—Alma!"

A graceful, solemn young woman's voice rang out clearly!

Along with her