Pale

Polar battlefield.

Boom!

Miasma Throat tore brutally through Zijin's Wind Wing Wild Dance.

Blades of wind burst apart around him in waves, like shards of crushed cyan glass.

A massive dragon silhouette broke free of the turbulent currents.

He did not continue fighting Zijin.

Miasma Throat lowered his wings.

The next instant, his body became a streak through the wind and snow as he lunged straight at Su Ming.

"I'm not interested in male dragons," Su Ming said helplessly.

Despite his words, his hands did not slow in the slightest.

Whenever he got into a high-level fight like this, he was always the one who got hurt the most!

Beianqi and Zijin tried to stop him.

But Miasma Throat was exceptionally forceful.

With a sweep of his wings, he pushed aside the wind and snow, leaving a long trail of turbulent air behind him.

Su Ming flicked his wrist, blasting his condensed magic power down at the ice.

Crack!

Cracks spread rapidly across the thick ice sheet.

The next moment, a vast mass of ice and snow was flung upward, and several columns of water erupted from the fissures.

Su Ming then flung dozens of fire-element crystals outward.

Crimson points of light disappeared into the mist and ice fragments.

The force of the explosions swept through.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The freezing seawater instantly vaporized, raising a vast cloud of mist that rose like a white wall out of nowhere, concealing Su Ming.

Miasma Throat paid it no mind.

He did not slow down at all.

His massive body crashed straight into the white mist.

Zijin, who was chasing after him, hunched her shoulders and wore an expression of some sympathy.

That dirty trick looked a little like something he had learned from her.

Sure enough, the next moment-boom!

A tremendous