The snow-filled sky was like a raging beast, howling and sweeping endlessly, scattering snow and chill across the vast land.
Garros stood in the center of the devastated battlefield, his body stained with a few ice crystals and dust.
The challenge had already ended. He glanced at the unconscious Golden Dragon Alberto not far away, then his thoughts shifted, and he released his human form.
After a flash of intense magical radiance.
That rugged, massive Red-Iron Dragon true form, filled with an extreme sense of power, descended once again into this snow-covered world.
The scorching body heat generated after intense exercise was seeping out from the gaps in his thick scales, clashing violently with the extremely cold surrounding air, making faint hissing sounds as it rapidly melted and evaporated the snow around him.
Thick white steam permeated around his massive dragon body, making his giant silhouette appear indistinct within it.
It added a few more layers of unfathomable mystery and a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.
After pondering for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about something.
The Red-Iron Dragon raised his head, looking at The Dragon Flight that was still circling and patrolling high in the sky, filled with both awe and curiosity.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and the detection Spell was silently activated. His gaze was cast first toward those two blood kin.
[Young Adult Iron Dragon, Life Level: 15]
[Young Adult Red Dragon, Life Level: 15]
The Life Level of both Young Adult Dragons had surprisingly reached level 15, which already exceeded the 14-level average of ordinary Young Adult Golden Dragons of the same age.
Garros was not surprised by this.
Long influenced by him and through constant exposure, Solrog and Samantha had also developed the habit of frequently exercising and honing themselves.
Although the training intensity could not be compared to Garros, it was definitely worthy of being called diligent and hardworking.
Furthermore, as core members of The Dragon Flight second only to him, the various resources they could be allocated were far beyond what other dragons could compare to. It was only natural that they could possess such a Life Level.
Immediately after.
Garros's gaze swept over the Young Dragons still in the juvenile stage or Wyrmling stage, landing on the Adult White Dragon and several dragons that had already entered the Young Dragon stage.
[Adult White Dragon, Life Level: 14]
[Young Dragon, Blue Dragon, Life Level: 11]
[Young Dragon, Red Dragon, Life Level: 11]
[Young Dragon, Green Dragon, Life Level: 9]
[Young Dragon, Black Dragon, Life Level: 9]
The Life Level of all dragons, without exception, all exceeded the average standard line for dragons of that age group.
Regarding this point, Garros believed he deserved credit.
A powerful, hardworking Dragon Flight leader who constantly broke through limits would intangibly have a profound influence on all members under his command.
As long as these dragons had even a shred of ambition, and were not complete trash, they would inevitably subconsciously align themselves with Garros, taking him as a role model and goal, striving to improve themselves.
After the review was finished, an idea arose in Garros's heart.
"All dragons that have entered the Young Dragon stage and above!"
The Red-Iron Dragon stretched his wings, raised his head, and let out a deep dragon roar that resounded through the sky.
"Come at me all together! Bring out all your skills and attack me without reservation!"
"Let me see with my own eyes how much commendable progress you have made after these years of growth and tempering."
This was not to establish authority after waking up.
Garros's strength was already deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. Merely his rugged, strong, and highly oppressive physical posture was enough to intimidate The Dragon Flight; there was no need to prove it with battle.
On one hand.
The human form just now always gave him a sense of oppression of being bound. The battle with Alberto was just a warm-up and failed to make him feel satisfied; the surging power within his body was still craving a more thorough release.
On the other hand.
He also longed to use this opportunity to personally verify the attributes of his body after waking from slumber, while also testing more deeply the specific changes and synergistic effects between the [dragon jade] and [Frostburn Scales].
"What a good opportunity! Should I wake up now and participate in the gang-up?"
On the other side, Alberto, who was still perfectly playing the role of the unconscious one, felt his heart stirring again, the tip of his tail slightly curling up due to excitement.
"Wait... let's observe the situation calmly first. I have already suffered too many losses."
Thinking of his bloody history of challenging time and again, only to be miserably defeated and saddled with heavy debts, the tip of the Golden Dragon's tail, which had just curled up, quietly fell back to the cold ground. He continued to maintain the motionless state of being passed out, deciding to watch from the sidelines first.
High above in the sky, after hearing Garros's dragon roar filled with provocation and expectation, the circling Dragon Flight looked at each other.
They could all see the irrepressible excitement and the sparks of eagerness in each other's eyes.
They knew that the Red-Iron Dragon's strength was unfathomable, but precisely because of this, they were even more eager to personally experience the awe-inspiring power of the master of The Dragon Flight and measure the gap between themselves and the pinnacle.
Thus, after a brief and intense exchange of glances and silent communication.
Roar! Roar!
Two exceptionally deep and powerful roars tore through the snow and wind first, breaking the brief silence.
Iron Dragon Sorog and Red Dragon Samantha, these two Young Adult Dragons with the largest bodies and highest Life Levels, did not hesitate at all. They violently flapped their wings, like two heavy warships diving down from the clouds, one on the left and one on the right, carving out sharp trajectories, aiming directly at the Red-Iron Dragon amidst the swirling steam below.
Following closely behind were Blue Dragon Heriam and Red Dragon Cahill.
Hiss—!
Black Dragon Serafina let out a sharp hiss. Her black dragon wings stirred the snow and wind, and she flapped her wings to follow closely behind, while necromantic energy began to gather around her.
Green Dragon Ludwig's movements were slightly sluggish; he instinctively wanted to drag behind at the very back, looking for the safest opportunity to act.
But he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill on his back and turned his head to look in confusion.
He saw the Adult White Dragon Tereshi staring at him unblinkingly with those cold, emotionless slit pupils, her eyes filled with silent urging and pressure.
Ludwig subconsciously licked his lips, squeezed out an awkward smile, and then dared not delay any further. He hurriedly flapped his wings, accelerating to keep up with the figure of the Black Dragon ahead.
By the time all four Young Dragons had rushed out.
The Adult White Dragon Tereshi, the oldest and most experienced among all the dragons, finally nodded with satisfaction.
She flapped her wings unhurriedly, leisurely following at the very back of the entire attacking formation, perfectly shielding all the Young Adult Dragons and Young Dragons in front of her, preparing to wait for the right situation before deciding how to seize the opportunity to strike.
Leading the way, Iron Dragon Sorog and Red Dragon Samantha were one on the left and one on the right, tearing through the biting cold wind like two unsheathed sharp swords.
In their dragon eyes, intense Battle Intent burned like a physical substance.
Garros stood in place, his dragon head slightly raised, calmly looking at The Dragon Flight rapidly approaching from the sky.
Rip—!
A sharp whistling sound, like fabric being forcibly torn, suddenly rang out. Iron Dragon Sorog dived at high speed at a nearly vertical angle. His entire body was shrouded in a black luster like liquid metal, and his entire dragon body exuded an indestructible texture. The edges of his fully spread wings were as sharp as two giant cleaving blades.
And in his dragon eyes, the psionic light, dense enough to almost overflow, was shining and condensing violently.
Almost at the same moment, Red Dragon Samantha on the flank let out a deep dragon roar.
On each of the Red Dragon scales on her body, the long-engraved Alchemy Rune suddenly lit up with a blinding light.
Immediately after, an astonishing scene occurred—many dragon scales actually detached from her body one after another, circling her body like they had a life of their own, beginning to rotate and fly at high speed, instantly forming an airtight, cold-glinting blade storm.
Her thick dragon arms suddenly reached forward, and complex metal claw gauntlets ejected from the tips of her dragon claws.
Those sharp claw tips were now spinning crazily at a terrifying speed, emitting a piercing screech like a drill, and even the surrounding air was cut into twisted ripples.
Before the two had even reached him.
An invisible, intangible, yet very condensed and dangerous mental shock had already taken the first step, slamming fiercely into Garros's mental defense line.
Mental Tear!
Facing the pincer attack from the left and right, Garros did not even flap his wings to dodge.
He just narrowed his dragon pupils slightly; apart from that, the Mental Tear was like crashing into an invisible Wall of Sighs, failing to cause him any effective damage.
Just at the moment when the Iron Dragon's steel claws, flashing with black light, were about to tear his chest, Garros suddenly twisted his massive body. His thick, giant dragon wings swung out like a giant axe, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, accurately slashing towards Solrog.
At the same time, his left claw raised as fast as lightning.
That giant claw, covered in cold, sharp angles, carrying an afterimage that tore through the line of sight, without any tricks, struck the high-speed rotating metal claws that Samantha was thrusting with the purest strength.
Snap! Snap! Snap—!
The ear-piercing sound of metal twisting and breaking, which made one's scalp tingle and teeth ache, exploded almost simultaneously.
Those Alchemy Rune claw gauntlets, meticulously forged by Samantha, were fragile and shattered inch by inch before the absolute power of the Red-Iron Dragon.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—!
At the same time, those reinforced dragon scales circling Samantha, attempting to cut Garros, struck the Red-Iron Dragon's scales like a storm, but could only spark countless dazzling fire sparks, leaving shallow white marks, unable to tear through his indestructible defense.
Garros remained unmoved, the claw that smashed the metal claws continuing its momentum without decreasing.
The overwhelming and irresistible terrifying power passed through the brief contact and fiercely transmitted into Samantha's body.
The Red Dragon only felt an irresistible giant force coming, and her massive dragon body uncontrollably tumbled and flew backward, appearing quite disheveled.
However, Garros's swift wing slash fell into empty air.
Just at the moment Samantha was beaten back, Iron Dragon Sorog used the inertia of the dive to suddenly roll and move sideways, narrowly dodging the wing slash trajectory by a hair's breadth, while circling behind Garros.
His sharp claws were ready to go, about to launch a back attack!
Garros did not turn back.
As the Dragon Qi extended, a set of heavy helmets covered in ferocious angles and sharp spines instantly spread upward from the scales on his neck, covering his dragon head, revealing only a pair of deep black eyes.
[Visage of the Astral Self] provided a 360-degree, dead-angle-free, full-field vision, making Iron Dragon Sorog's movements have nowhere to hide.
The next second, the dragon tail, covered in layered, thick dragon scales, lashed out from bottom to top.
The speed of this strike was fast to the extreme.
It was not until Solrog felt an unbearable sharp pain in his flank that the shrill whimpering sound made by the dragon tail tearing through the snow and wind reached his ears.
The layer of hard [Hardened Scales] on his body was instantly broken, and a long, shocking depression appeared on his body.
The dragon scales were shattered.
Bang!
Almost at the same time Solrog was hit, Garros's body also swayed slightly, as if hit by an invisible whip. A dragon-tail-shaped crack mark appeared out of thin air on the corresponding position on his body, and a clear sense of pain was transmitted to his nerves.
Mental Spell: Damage Transfer!
Mental Spell: Pain Sharing!
At the critical moment, Solrog converted and transferred part of the physical damage, thus avoiding the miserable situation of being directly lashed by this tail until dragon blood flowed everywhere.
But even so, his fierce diving momentum was still forcibly knocked upward, and his rhythm was disrupted.
Just when Garros was preparing to press the attack and expand his achievements.
Another red shadow burning with flames crashed over recklessly.
It was Red Dragon Cahill.
Bang!!!
In the heavy muffled sound, Garros let the Wild Dragon's body slam fiercely into his chest, only stepping back slightly, with some spiderweb-like cracks appearing on his chest armor.
He took the opportunity to reach out his giant claws, gripping Cahill's shoulder blade precisely like iron pliers.
His power erupted, lifting this Young Dragon, Red Dragon like a little chick with ease, and then slamming her fiercely toward the ground.
An ear-piercing tearing sound rang out, and a large piece of scales and flesh from the Red Dragon's shoulder was forcibly torn off.
Spear of Thunder!
Blue Dragon Heriam's roar tore through the howling snow and wind.
He circled above the battlefield, his wings fully spread to the maximum, inducing changes in the celestial phenomena.
Crackle, crackle! Bolts of violent azure electric arcs were born out of thin air, like countless angry electric snakes jumping and gathering crazily in the air.
Finally, as the Blue Dragon's wings suddenly pressed downward.
Countless electric arcs condensed and compressed, materializing into a huge Spear of Thunder, entangled with destructive energy, like a true divine punishment, shooting violently down toward the motionless Garros below.
The full-power output of a Storm Dragon must not be underestimated.
If an ordinary Young Adult Dragon were to take such a hit solidly, it would definitely not be easy.
Of course, for Garros, even if he resisted it head-on, it might not be a big problem.
But he felt that if he kept staying in place, it would appear too arrogant and dismissive of these dragons.
He did not hesitate, throwing away the struggling Red Dragon Cahill with one claw, while at the same time, as the Spear of Thunder was about to take shape, he had already shifted his body sideways as if predicting it in advance.
Swoosh!
That thunder spear containing terrifying energy fell almost brushing against the edge of Garros's scales, and in the end, could only futilely bombard the empty frozen ground, blowing out a large charred pit, with electric snakes spreading everywhere.
At the same moment.
Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Sorog, who had just adjusted their postures, once again demonstrated tacit cooperation, one on the left and one on the right, like two hurricanes of color, pouncing and killing again!
And directly in front, Red Dragon Cahill, who had been slammed until dizzy, with blood dripping from her shoulder and large areas of dragon scales shattered on her body, had eyes burning with crazy flames. She had already activated the Fury state, her size visibly expanding by a circle, and the Aura emitted from her whole body rose sharply. Recklessly, she buried her head and rushed again, slamming fiercely into Garros's relatively fragile flank.
The three formed a brief triangular siege posture, at the very front, fiercely entangled in a battle with Garros.
Garros's thoughts moved, and two arms composed entirely of condensed Dragon Qi extended fiercely from behind him.
Four arms danced together, and every attack carried overwhelming giant strength and a sharp whistle that tore the wind.
He fought three against one, yet still firmly occupied the upper hand. On the contrary, the three dragons facing him felt every collision as if they were confronting a moving mountain, and the heavy sense of oppression almost made them suffocate.
However, the other few dragons that had been cruising on the periphery and waiting for an opportunity were not idle either.
Grasp of Death!
In the tiny gap where Garros had just used a violent offensive to temporarily force back the two Red Dragons and nimbly jumped to dodge a suicidal charge from the Iron Dragon, the fleeting opportunity was keenly grasped by Black Dragon Serafina.
With a hoarse dragon roar.
Centered on the Red-Iron Dragon Garros, dense and viscous black-gray necromantic energy surged forth like a living thing, rapidly forming a massive, illusory, nether hand that radiated an Aura of decay and cold. It gripped his massive body with unavoidable force.
There was no sensation of physical contact, yet Garros suddenly felt a chill throughout his body, and a sense of weakness welled up, as if his life force was being forcibly extracted.
But it was only for an instant.
The chill receded like a tide, and the weakness vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.
"Death Grip" was a crowd-control skill with strong cursed properties.
However, the intensity of its effect could not compare to the curse the Serpent Dragon had unleashed before its death years ago.
The astonishing resistance Garros had developed from that curse greatly weakened the Spell's effect, and combined with his own vigorous life energy, which was like a furnace, he almost completely nullified it.
Almost at the same millisecond the nether hand dissipated.
The seemingly calm snowy ground around Garros suddenly exploded as if boiling.
Thick vines, wider than ancient trees and covered in sharp spines, broke through the hard frozen snow and surged out ferociously.
The skin of these vines shimmered with a cold, metallic luster, like countless enraged, animated giant pythons, wrapping and climbing onto Garros' limbs and dragon body at an astonishing speed, tightening crazily.
Those sharp spines attempted to drill inward through the tiny gaps between his dragon scales.
They aimed to drain blood and release potent paralytic toxins.
However, the second layer of tougher inner scales on Garros' body firmly blocked all their malicious attempts.
"Good opportunity!"
The adult White Dragon Tereshi, who had been lingering at the edge of the battlefield and silently accumulating power, completed her Spell construction.
She swung her wings forward violently, and countless ice blades, sharp as knives and shimmering with bone-chilling cold, converged into a destructive torrent, sweeping toward the restricted Red-Iron Dragon like a covering sky.
At the same time, she took a deep breath, her chest swelling.
A cone-shaped frost Dragon Breath spewed out, shooting straight at Garros.
The Storm Dragon Heriam in the sky had also prepared another powerful area-of-effect Spell; a dangerous and dazzling thundercloud, with thick electric snakes flashing continuously within, condensed rapidly, shrouding Garros' head like a shadow of death.
And the two Young Dragons who had just been forced back, along with the Red Dragon Cahill in a state of Fury, roared and charged again!
The battle entered a white-hot state in an instant.
The all-encompassing saturation attack was about to completely submerge Garros!
"What an intense battle. Should I go and participate as well?"
In the distance, the Golden Dragon Alberto, who was pretending to be unconscious, felt the energy fluctuations and dragon roars coming from there; his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he was struggling to suppress the warlike blood in his veins.
Meanwhile.
Facing the combined attack from all sides, Garros, who had been waiting for the right moment, finally moved.
Sizzle!
Dazzling golden lightning burst forth from his majestic dragon body, like countless joyful golden snakes dancing wildly on the surface of his scales.
His already massive body seemed to expand another circle.
The muscular Red-Iron Dragon let out a low and powerful dragon roar, effortlessly tearing through the tough vines on his body, and then, that pair of enormous dragon wings flapped with full force.
Boom!!!
The solid frozen ground beneath his feet could not withstand this explosive power, instantly collapsing and cracking over a large area.
His massive, heavy body shot up from the ground instantly! The speed of his ascent exceeded the limits of what the eye could capture.
The long-brewing thundercloud, the ice storm torrent, and the frost Dragon Breath all landed on the afterimage he left behind.
Boom! Bang, bang, bang!
The ice blade storm left the ground in a mess, with crisscrossing, bottomless ravines; the violent electric snakes in the thundercloud leaped and flashed wildly, instead enveloping the Red Dragon Cahill, whose perception had become dull due to her Fury, shocking her into letting out a painful roar; the frost Dragon Breath turned a large area into ice crystals.
The two Young Dragons, relying on faster reactions and speed, adjusted their direction in time to narrowly avoid it, then flew from below, flapping their wings hard to chase the figure in the high sky.
But this was undoubtedly a wrong decision.
Garros had reached the high point.
He stopped ascending, his dragon eyes dropping to look down at the Young Dragons chasing after him like moths to a flame.
Immediately after, his enormous dragon wings flapped again, adjusting his direction. Like a falcon locking onto its prey, he smashed down toward the Iron Dragon Sorog, who was charging in the front.
The Iron Dragon Sorog's heart tightened suddenly, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Psychic Projection!
He squeezed his psionic energy, his body shuddered violently, and he instantly created three lifelike psionic projection Clones, whose energy fluctuations were almost identical to his original body, attempting to confuse Garros' judgment.
Unfortunately, under the keen insight of the [Visage of the Astral Self], Garros' gaze did not waver in the slightest.
He locked onto Solrog's true body, his massive dragon body tearing through the atmosphere as he fell straight down.
That pair of enormous dragon feet, carrying the terrifying momentum of descending from the sky, slammed fiercely onto Solrog's spine.
Solrog tried his best to dodge, but Garros was too fast.
Boom!
The massive Iron Dragon body was forcibly stomped down from mid-air, smashing fiercely into the hard frozen ground below!
The earth trembled violently, as if an earthquake had occurred! A clear, huge dragon-shaped crater formed instantly, and the frozen soil and loose snow surged and splashed outward like waves.
"I... I think I'd better just keep lying here."
Alberto, who had just peeked at this scene, silently closed his eyes, which he had just opened a slit, and completely extinguished any thought of joining the battle.
"The more dragons that are defeated, the more it proves Garros' strength and invincibility."
"In this way, even if I was miserably defeated before and even 'fainted,' compared to these guys, other dragons seem to have little qualification to mock me."
Thinking about it this way, Alberto immediately felt his thoughts clear, and his mood improved quite a bit. He even began to secretly cheer for Garros in his heart, hoping that Garros could end the battle in the shortest time possible with the most overwhelming posture.
If that were the case.
He, who had persisted for a "quite long time" under Garros, could regain a psychological advantage compared to these guys who were quickly dealt with, and could maintain his pride as a Golden Dragon in front of them in the future.
On the other side, the other Young Dragons, as well as the adult White Dragon Tereshi mixed in among them, had prepared a new round of Spell bombardment.
Ice Chains!
Nature's Grasp!
Bone Cage!
Lightning Web!
In the deep crater, the Iron Dragon Sorog struggled to cough up large mouthfuls of blood, barely raised his dragon claw to add a weakening Psychic Shackles, and then, completely exhausted, his head tilted to the side, and he truly fainted.
Ice crystal chains, animated vines, ghastly white bones, a thunderous net, and intangible psychic bindings... a full five heavy, powerful restrictive Spells were almost simultaneously suppressing and shrouding Garros, who had just landed.
The magical Aura intertwined and flickered, temporarily trapping his massive body in place.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just then, the Red Dragon Samantha seized this fleeting opportunity, flapping her dragon wings rapidly, and charged in front of Garros like red lightning.
Her claws, strengthened by Alchemy Runes, were like heated branding irons, carrying terrifying high temperatures, and she crazily tore and attacked Garros' restricted body.
However.
The scorching high temperature was quickly absorbed and dissipated by some invisible force as soon as it touched Garros' scales; only the pure physical claw strikes, which were enough to tear the earth, could leave dents and cracks on Garros' outer scales.
Awooooo!!!
The bloodshot-eyed Red Dragon Cahill, ignoring her injuries, once again let out a deafening roar and launched a bull-like charge from behind Garros!
Seeing that the leader seemed to be successfully restricted.
The other Young Dragons no longer engaged in long-range kiting and Spell bombardment; they mustered their courage, flapped their wings in unison, and pounced from all directions, preparing for a hearty dogpile.
However, when they approached together and could even clearly see the tiny scars on the Red-Iron Dragon.
They saw Garros, who was shrouded in multiple magical Auras, suddenly open his huge mouth and smile slightly.
Although it wasn't necessary to use it, Garros prepared to take this opportunity to test just how strong the Blood Burst State was.
Thump!!!
A muffled sound, like an ancient giant drum being beaten, suddenly exploded from within Garros' chest.
Thump-thump-thump! Thump-thump-thump!
This sound became continuous, louder and louder, more and more rapid!
Like the starting of a super-giant engine, and like the war drums urging a charge on the battlefield, it clearly emanated from his strong left chest, resounding in the ears and even the depths of the Souls of every creature.
At the same time, centered on his heart, countless bright red energy textures, like a living network of blood vessels, spread and lit up rapidly along the gaps of his dragon scales all over his body.
His Aura began to soar and skyrocket at a terrifying speed.
Crackle... Bang!
The ice crystal chains instantly melted and vaporized, the animated vines snapped and withered inch by inch, the thunderous net dimmed and dissipated, the bone cage shattered... The five powerful restrictive Spells, in the face of the Red-Iron Dragon's sudden burst of power, disintegrated instantly like ice and snow under the sun.
Garros broke free in the blink of an eye.
Thump!!!
With another muffled beat of his strong heart that resounded across the sky, all the Young Dragons pouncing over felt as if their hearts were gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, causing them to jump violently.
A sense of immense panic instantly seized them.
All the dragons' movements stalled simultaneously, and their scales were trembling all over.
Then, without any need for communication, instinct overcame everything.
The Young Dragons, including the adult White Dragon Tereshi, without hesitation and at a speed faster than when they came, turned their heads and flapped their wings in panic to flee.
Only the Red Dragon Cahill, still reckless and with blood-red eyes, charged over.
In her state of Fury, her size had expanded to about the same level as Samantha's, and she was fierce and menacing, as if she could smash mountains.
Then she was hit head-on in the skull by a claw Garros raised casually.
Accompanied by the sound of breaking dragon horns, the scene of teeth splattering mixed with blood, and the total eruption of all previously accumulated injuries.
This Wild Dragon couldn't even let out a whimper before she fell heavily to the ground like a broken puppet, fainting cleanly and completely.
For Young Dragons to be able to entangle Garros to this extent head-on was already quite difficult.
The combat capability of a Wild Dragon was indeed not to be underestimated.
"That's the second one. Keep it up, Garros!"
Alberto counted silently in his heart, even feeling a bit expectant.
Samantha, who was closest to Garros, was immediately subjected to the same blow as the Red Dragon Cahill, and the three dragons that were facing Garros head-on were all knocked down.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
That oppressive heartbeat, which sounded like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, approached instantly.
The Blue Dragon Heriam, who was struggling to flee, only felt his vision darken, as if he had crashed into an invisible but indestructible wall of copper and iron.
No, to be more accurate, he had crashed into a sudden wide chest.
Before he could even react to what had happened, he felt a sense of spinning, and his massive dragon body was uncontrollably thrown toward the ground by a great force.
Boom!!!
The earth groaned again as it was smashed into a deep crater.
Bang! Bang!
Immediately after, almost simultaneously, the Green Dragon Ludwig and the Black Dragon Serafina could not escape the same fate; like birds shot down, they fell to the ground with wails and lost consciousness.
Garros turned his dragon neck, his gaze sweeping toward the adult White Dragon Tereshi.
Before he could pursue her, he saw Tereshi close her eyes, harden her heart, and actually take the initiative to fold her wings, as if giving up the struggle, and crash straight toward the ground below.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, she didn't even need Garros to take action himself; she decisively knocked herself out by falling.
Except for the wind and snow still howling between heaven and earth.
The sky and the ground were now plunged into a strange silence.
Those small dragons that were still young and had not participated in the battle were circling high in the sky, their eyes wide with awe, their dragon pupils reflecting nothing but the towering dragon figure bathing in the wind and snow, powerful to an unbelievable degree.
"Deborah, it's a good thing I listened to you just now and didn't rush up to get involved."
The Faerie Dragon Vera blinked, patted her chest with her small claw, and said with lingering fear.
"Otherwise, I would definitely be just as miserable as them right now."
She had indeed been eager to try at the beginning, wanting to join in the fun, but she had been firmly pulled back by the Red-Silver Dragon beside her, who had quick eyes and fast hands, and could only watch from afar.
"Listen to me more in the future, and I guarantee you won't suffer."
The Red-Silver Dragon Deborah elegantly lifted her chin, her tone carrying a hint of reservedness and smugness as if she had expected it all along.
Meanwhile.
Accompanied by a slight tremor of the ground, the Golden Dragon Alberto woke up leisurely, as if waking from a big dream.
He first bared his teeth and moved his neck, then scratched his still-dazed head with his claw, his gaze sweeping naturally over the various dragons lying all over the ground around him.
"Seven dragons ganging up on one, and even when Garros didn't use his full strength, they were all knocked to the ground in such a short time."
"Not counting Garros, this anomaly, by comparison, I, as a Golden Dragon, am still the most powerful."
Alberto raised his slightly swollen dragon face and said proudly.
He puffed out his chest, as if he were the victor who had persisted until the end, taking the first step to despise the other weaklings who were quickly knocked down by Garros.
"Where did that once proud and arrogant Golden Dragon go?"
Garros glanced at Alberto and thought to himself.