Chapter 503: Chapter 358: The Strongest Dragon in the World
The intense spatial distortion left Red Dragon Gorsas momentarily dizzy and out of control.
It was as if the entire world was rotating, tearing apart, and reassembling around him.
When his vision refocused, his deafening roar stuck in his throat—he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
This was an ancient and deadly circular arena.
Tiered, empty stands surrounded the blood-stained central platform like a cold stone jungle.
Above, the dark red sky hung low, like solidified blood, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
The air was scorching and dry, filled with the stench of blood mixed with the smell of rusted metal, assaulting his nostrils.
The entire space seemed too narrow for a robust giant dragon, making it hard to soar freely.
Almost simultaneously as Gorsas’s form became solid, silhouettes radiating powerful auras descended upon the arena from all sides, encircling him tightly in the center.
Cold murderous intent, like tangible chains, wrapped tightly around him from every direction.
Gorsas forcibly suppressed the fury almost bursting from his chest, his dragon eyes with brown flecks swiftly scanning, taking in all the figures around him.
The King of Molten Iron stood on the opposite platform, his muscles taut and bulging.
Although his size was smaller compared to Gorsas, the overwhelming dragon might he exuded was like an unsheathed sword, contending with him without flinching.
At the edge of a nearby stand, Iron Dragon Letitia crouched.
The long-standing tension in her eyes finally replaced with a touch of relief, and a determination akin to smashing jade and burning stone!
Red Dragon Samantha, clad in heavy alchemy armor, was the third largest giant dragon present. Her stout tail anxiously smacked the metal ground, emitting a drum-like roar, ready to strike.
Beside her, Iron Dragon Solrog’s scales glittered with hardened metallic luster, his gaze as calm as ice, his front claws lifted slightly, ready for battle.
From these two dragons, Gorsas sensed a similar bloodline aura as the King of Molten Iron.
Undoubtedly, they are his descendants.
And now, they have surrounded him, showing their claws.
On the other side, Golden Dragon Alberto was covered in radiant and dignified golden dragon scales, divine power-filled Holy Oath runes flowed continually on his surface, emitting extraordinary fluctuation.
In a distant corner, non-Dragon Race powerhouses were also poised for battle.
Purple Crystal Dragon Lion roared soul-shakingly, its heart-stirring purple crystals flickered continuously; the Holy Spirit Deer’s antlers emitted a gentle and pure light, both divine and possessing purifying heat; the Phoenix’s flames unceasingly surrounded it, each graceful wing flap scattering dazzling fire; Flower Lord Shire tightly gripped his Cross Sword, its blade shimmering slightly, creating rippling space waves, able to cut through space at any moment.
A total of nine formidable beings.
Apart from Galos, the core, the other eight were certainly not weak.
Most of them had sparred evenly with the Molten Iron King in his normal state.
A few even posed a challenge that even Galos in his fervent state couldn’t easily overcome in a short time.
At this moment, all their wills, all their powers, were directed at one target.
——The very center of the arena: the Red Dragon Tyrant, Gorsas!
However, trapped and single-handedly cornered, Gorsas’s eyes were devoid of fear, blazing instead with even more intense fighting spirit.
"Bastards! Ants! Do you think this shabby cage can imprison the great Gorsas?!"
He roared thunderously, his voice echoing in the arena.
"No! It is not me who is trapped! It is you! You are forced to face me in this confined space! Embrace the flames! Embrace death! Embrace the wrath of the great Gorsas!"
"You will all die!"
As his words faded, with a boom, his massive body instantly transformed into a blood-red frenzied whirlwind.
Unexpectedly, he didn’t choose the seemingly weakest non-Dragon Race camp as a breach point but charged directly at the culprit, the core of all the plots—the King of Molten Iron!
At the very moment he moved.
The dragons surrounding Galos also roared deafeningly, advancing in unison.
"I will first tear apart you, traitor!!"
Gorsas’s massive dragon claw tore through the air, with a fearsome wind pressure, aimed directly at Galos’s head.
At the same time, his thick and long dragon tail, like a gigantic whip, with a piercing whistle, cruelly swept towards the rushing Letitia and Samantha, forcing them to defend.
Facing this ferocious and fiery attack, the Red Iron Dragon didn’t retreat in the slightest.
He let out a deep and battle-hardened dragon roar, advancing instead of retreating, his wings fiercely flapped, raising scorching airwaves, his giant dragon claw boldly striking back.
Boom—!
Dragon claws clashed fiercely!
It was as if two metal mountains collided in the most savage way!
Dazzling sparks scattered like a waterfall, the powerful shockwave of force burst into a perfect ring, even the hard ground beneath them groaned under the strain, instantly cracking with countless fissures.
This time, the Red Iron Dragon clearly felt an even more overwhelming, brutal force passed along his arm.
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