"Wh-what is he trying to do?" The proud Golden Dragon shuddered and cried out involuntarily as he watched the utterly evil Han Shuo staring viciously at him with blood-red eyes.
"How should I know? Oh, mother! Great master, what exactly are you trying to do? I'm Gilbert, your most humble servant!" The little Black Dragon had only just straightened his spine when he saw Han Shuo approaching step by step, his ferocity surging to the heavens. A Fiendish Aura like a wave of blood and thick smoke swept straight toward them, and Gilbert immediately screamed in panic.
Unfortunately, Han Shuo's expression was hideously savage at that moment. Both his pupils had turned blood-red. Throwing his head back with another howl, he charged straight toward them like a bloodthirsty beast.
The Fiendish Aura swirling around Han Shuo had thickened into red mist. As he leaped forward wildly, waves of ferocious power swept toward them with earth-shattering force.
"This is bad! He's lost his mind!" the Cyclops suddenly cried in a thunderous voice, already preparing for the worst.
The Golden Dragon stood closest to Han Shuo. Proudly coiled there, he naturally became Han Shuo's first target. Amid the surging ferocity, Han Shuo appeared above the Golden Dragon's head and slammed a fist toward his enormous skull.
Had it only been Han Shuo's fist, the Golden Dragon might not have paid much attention. After all, their sizes were on completely different levels. The strength and reach of a single punch were extremely limited, making it difficult to inflict much damage on a behemoth like the Golden Dragon.
Yet as that punch descended, the Fiendish Aura surrounding Han Shuo naturally condensed into a crimson iron fist the size of a small mountain. It enveloped the Golden Dragon's entire coiled body, its immense pressure leaving