705. The Great Dragon

Dragons circled in the sky, the wild winds they stirred up whipping the flags on the city walls until they leaned every which way.

After most of the dragons emerged from the deep pit, they scattered in different directions.

But one Red Dragon did not leave.

The moment it climbed out of the rift, it fixed its eyes on the White Dragon ahead.

It let out a short roar, snapped its wings hard, and hurled its massive body straight at it.

The White Dragon sensed the danger, turned its head, and opened its mouth. A mass of Frost Breath had already gathered in its throat, but it had no time to release it.

The Red Dragon's foreclaws slammed viciously into the White Dragon's shoulder blade. The two giant beasts tangled together and tumbled down from midair. Their dragon wings twisted together, their scales scraped with an ear-piercing sound, and blood and shattered scales rained down like droplets.

The White Dragon's Frost Breath went wide, coating the Red Dragon's flank in a layer of frost, while the Red Dragon's fangs sank deep into the White Dragon's neck, sending blood gushing out.

They crashed down on the eastern side of the fortress. Stone walls collapsed, iron gates were crushed into twisted scrap, and before the dust had even settled, Flame Dragon Breath swept out in every direction.

The two giant beasts fought amid the ruins, claws tearing, fangs biting, dragon breath blasting against dragon breath. Every collision erupted into a visible ring of shock waves.

Fire and frost ravaged the area in turn, turning it into hell.

Large numbers of Empire soldiers were caught in the aftermath and died, but the two dragons, already lost in the fight, clearly did not care whether these ants lived or died.

The two dragons locked