Chapter 998: Chapter 29: Bloodbath Dragon Slaying!_4
Boom!
The Blood Flame Tyrant went into a frenzy from the pain, slamming its head into a nearby mountain peak, causing cracks to appear on the massive rock with a diameter of over ten meters. Duncan, amidst the shattering boulders, seized its dragon horn in an instant, firmly anchoring himself.
On the other side of the mountain, Sharella could hardly breathe, her hands gripping tightly and turning white with tension. All she could see was the sweeping dragon’s blood in the sky, with that man standing between the ancient Red Dragon’s horns, stabilizing himself by gripping onto a horn. With a spin and a single hand still holding the dragon horn, he dodged the Dragon Breath that the ancient Red Dragon spewed as it turned its head, then stamped on its neck once more, letting out a howl reminiscent of a Berserker from the Barbaric Era, and swung the Flame Demon Beheading Sword at the Blood Flame Tyrant’s skull.
Frenzy!
The Blood Flame Tyrant abandoned the Sun Embracer beside it, relentlessly battering the mountain peak with its powerful body, nearly flattening the summit yet unable to shake off the man. Then it rose into the air, spinning at high speed, but the man remained stuck like a stubborn curse, his figure clinging tightly between the fearsome dragon horns.
Blood scattered.
Dragon flames swept through the sky.
In an instant, Duncan’s figure seemed to tread on air, descending from over a thousand meters high.
From afar, Sharella’s heart leapt into her throat, while the Silver Dragon Selinnea flew up in a rush, trying to catch the plummeting Duncan.
But the next second, Duncan’s figure suddenly flickered, reaching to grab the colossal Dragon Spear embedded into the ancient Red Dragon. The Dragon Spear, like a lever, bent slightly under the force of his fall, and with a powerful exertion, his body catapulted into the air again, landing back on the Blood Flame Tyrant’s back.
A tangible fury seemed to burn!
Duncan lunged forward, his Flame Demon Greatsword swinging countless afterimages as he ferociously hacked at the ancient Red Dragon’s head. Scalding dragon blood splattered, searing his skin, as the two figures began spinning downward rapidly in the sky. With continuous brutal strikes, the ancient Red Dragon’s skull was cleaved with cracks.
Rumble!
Like a falling meteor, the massive body of the Blood Flame Tyrant crashed heavily in front of the Dragon’s Nest, a terrifying shockwave spreading in all directions, shrouding everything within a few hundred meters in a cloud of dust.
As the Silver Dragon Selinnea hastily cast spells to disperse the dust, her pupils contracted, witnessing the most shocking scene of her life.
From the impact, the Dragon Spear almost pierced through the Blood Flame Tyrant’s chest, while the man’s body was covered in the burn marks of Dragon Breath, his skin completely carbonized, barely recognizable, like a corpse engulfed in flames. Yet, his bloodshot eyes still brimmed with terrifying battle intent and surging life energy.
Undying Frenzy!
He kneeled on one knee in the massive crater, staggering to his feet, then grasped the Dragon Spear with both hands. In the moment it was pulled out, scorching dragon blood sprayed into the air.
Bathed in dragon blood as hot as molten lava, he let out a wild battle cry towards the sky.
The Blood Flame Tyrant is dead!
The radiance of Divine Grace appeared, seemingly even making the goddess of joy, Lierla, shiver slightly, for the shimmer of Divine Power flashed. Further away, Sharella rushed over madly, chanting with a Holy Seal in her hand, casting healing divine spells on the man.
Only when the healing spell descended did she collapse onto the ground as if she was drained.
At this moment, Duncan seemed like he might suddenly drop dead the next second, but as long as the power of Undying Frenzy remained, he could still owe the Death God half a life.
The wind dispersed the dust.
As the battle concluded, everyone present involuntarily turned to the gigantic Red Dragon corpse, like a small mountain, and the magnificent figure bathed in dragon blood, deeply shaken by this scene.
On a distant mountain peak, Adam, commanding the dragon-slaying ballista, even felt the insignia on his chest heat up, burning like a brand.
Tempus, the War God.
As a devout follower of the God of War, he almost heard the fervent battle cry of the divine spirit; this exhilarating and bloody battle had even excited the Lord of War.
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