The spatial rift stretched across the sky like an unhealable wound, and the next moment, it seemed as if a sharp gaze was looking out from behind the rift.
Ed turned his head slightly and saw a pair of sharp, needle-like golden eyes and the fine scales covering them.
Ignoring the screams of blood dripping from his wallet, Ed pointed to a cloud of mist not far away.
Although I don't know my opponent's exact location, since he cares so much about rank, I might as well give him a taste of his own medicine.
Following the direction the boy was pointing, the Red Dragon on the other side of the spatial rift easily locked onto the cloud of mist.
The next moment, two claws emerged from the sides of the spindle-shaped rift, and then pulled forcefully to both sides, producing a tearing sound that touched the soul.
"Sizzle!"
The spatial rift instantly transformed into a spatial hole, from which emerged a massive Red Dragon's head, already targeting the dense fog area where Cuiske was located.
Looking at the thick fog that seemed to isolate all information, Ed asked Seraphina through the Root Network.
Can you pinpoint his exact location?
"Cannot."
"Is the fog really that thick?"
"Generally."
The strange airflow seemed to rise from below, Ed knew that his top henchman had begun to gather his strength.
Sure enough, the next moment--
"Ha!!!!!!"
The scorching dragon breath showed no sign of spreading outwards; it burst forth from deep within Seraphina's throat and shot straight ahead like the flame of a military flamethrower.
The sea of fire surged, and the dark lake boiled.
Flames swept through the dense fog, burning or melting away the fine powder that obscured visibility.
Unlike Xilǐ'er's previous method of fanning the fog, Seraphina had no intention of letting the fog-covered area continue to spread.
The scorching dragon breath shot into the thick fog as easily as a hot knife through butter, vanishing wherever it swept, and the entire foggy area continued to shrink, gradually compressing Cuiske's hiding space.
Seeing that the area of dense fog had shrunk to only one-tenth of its previous size, Seraphina's dragon body suddenly opened its massive mouth wider, as if adjusting the release of its dragon breath.
And indeed, the next moment Seraphina's dragon breath transformed from a precise, scalpel-like form into a massive flamethrower, completely engulfing the remaining dense fog area and increasing the power of the flames.
Meanwhile, Cuiske was already extremely busy and overwhelmed in the thick fog.
He never expected that the despicable Middle Tier would have such a trick up his sleeve.
Even if it weren't Pseudo·High Tier but a true High Tier, an ordinary person wouldn't use such a simple and crude method to open a spatial rift for summoning.
Shouldn't we sing for a while?
Shouldn't we conserve our strength?
How come this thing is instantaneous?
Without time to consider whether the problem lay with the people or the weapons, and seeing that his domain was about to fail, Cuiske immediately decided to change tactics.
In that instant, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move his feet.
Looking down, she saw that the Shattered metal had somehow formed four slender chains, which were wrapped around her lower body.
Now that he was freed from the restraints, Xilǐ'er leaped back onto Radish's back and quickly rode away from the foggy area.
"You!"
Enraged Cuiske only managed to utter one word before he could see the approaching dragon's breath through the thick fog.
"Ah!!!!"
The dragon's breath illuminated the underground cavern as if it were daytime. Tim, who was busy fighting off hundreds of Blood Corpse in the distance, took a moment to turn his head and look towards the spatial rift, carefully examining the vibrant Red Dragon...
Ed seemed to have noticed the gaze as well. As the thick fog was burned away by the heat, Ed's fingers began to slowly trace the fan-shaped area in front of him, moving from left to right with a relaxed and comfortable air.
Seraphina's dragon head seemed to be remotely controlled; wherever Ed pointed, the dragon's breath swept across, quickly moving from the dense fog on the left to the impregnable battlefield on the right.
Tim twirled the fragmented weapon in his hand, which gleamed with a dim yellow light, in a flourish like a sword flower. Then, he stomped the ground and retreated dozens of steps, letting the dragon's breath sweep over the enhanced Blood Corpse that only had eyes for him.
Seraphina's aura was long and deep, and her dragon breath was naturally continuous as well.
An even more terrifying heatwave surged throughout the underground cavern; outside, the heat would have dissipated quickly to the surrounding area.
But this was a dark lake located on the fourth underground level of Klaf City. After just two bursts of dragon breath, Ed could already feel the water temperature beneath his feet rise to a level where he could take a hot bath.
It seems that if Seraphina were to unleash two more dragon breaths, the Rotting Corpse Dark Lake would become the largest sauna in the World of Disorder.
Is he dead?
As the smoke gradually dissipated, Ed asked Seraphina.
"This is High Tier; it's not that simple."
Seraphina said:
"Alright, problem solved. One thousand gold coins have been deducted from your account."
"Wait a minute! Where was the problem solved?"
Ed in the Root Network sensed something was wrong:
"Is it not guaranteed that the killer won't be killed?"
"You think you can hire me to kill a High Tier for a thousand gold coins? You bastard, Hagi..."
Seraphina cleared her throat:
"But don't worry—if you need help, you can continue to call on me for assistance, of course, one thousand gold coins each time."
"Who taught you to charge per session... Oh, it was myself."
Ed pondered to himself that he might have taught the Red Dragon too much forbidden knowledge in order to gain her trust, and now he was indeed suffering the consequences.
Although the backlash is directed at one's own wallet, it is still heartbreaking.
Just as Seraphina said, when the fog cleared, a charred human corpse could be seen standing on the ground.
The fact that Cuiske could maintain his body intact and not break apart under the scorching dragon's breath is enough to demonstrate his strength.
Seraphina had already retracted her dragon claws, allowing the spatial rift to slowly close. She herself stood behind the rift, watching everything in the dungeon like a backstage director of a stage play.
Ed exchanged a glance with the Red Dragon through the spatial rift, his expression showing slight heartache.
He knew that even if he was in danger, Seraphina would still intervene.
But the summoning just now clearly doesn't fall into this category.
In the distance, a Shattered sound suddenly came from the charred corpse standing on the ground.
As a black shard landed, fair skin reappeared in everyone's sight.
Cuiske slowly opened one eye, but instead of looking at Xilǐ'er not far away, he looked directly at Ed:
"Who are you?"
"I'd also like to ask who you are."
Ed looked at Cuiske with an open and honest expression:
"You're quite the plant enthusiast, but I've never heard of you being part of the Tree Worship Church?"