"It’s hard not to feel old." The Demon Dragon Emperor sighed long and deeply.
This desolate and lonely confession, it was unclear if he spoke to the prince or to himself.
"Your wisdom can disperse the eternal darkness of the Sea of Mist." The young and vigorous Demon Dragon Prince did not think his physical strength and lee skills had yet declined, but he had to admit that his chances of seizing the throne from the Crown Prince were becoming increasingly slim, despite always trying to win over the old factions.
Deploying three Night Shadow Dragons, Colorful Dragons, and thirty Demon Dragons to raid the two main Aegean Dragon Cities was a cautious strategy, especially with such an evident advantage in strength. The secrecy was so strict that even the Demon Clan’s officials were unaware. Every ti he thought of this, the Demon Dragon Prince felt unwilling and depressed.
Perhaps the next ti these youngsters return, their power will no longer be sothing the old dragons can hope to match.
Nai’aozu, Nai’aozu, why did you grant the Demon Dragon Clan the "Dragon Devour" ability? Looking at the "Thousand Seekers’ Mirror" in the center of the throne hall, where the Demon Dragons were grandly passing through the "Space-Ti Rift," the Demon Dragon Prince Richard Keen couldn’t help but think maliciously: If Crown Prince Alandron suffers a huge loss this ti, wouldn’t I have a chance to beco the next Demon Dragon Emperor?
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In troubled waters, heroes reveal their true colors.
In the most critical monts, the true sovereign always uses his broad shoulders to shield his subjects from the storm.
The ancient giant dragon Wenger is a great presence that no strong individual can ignore. This earth-elent fourth-rank giant dragon is the most skilled in "Dragon Language Great Summoning Technique" in Aegean history. He participated in all the external wars of the Dragon Clan over ten thousand years, and his experiences are almost equivalent to the chronicle of the Aegean Continent.
However, even an old steed with grand ambitions must face the fact of not being young anymore as ti passes.
Close combat and lee fighting are no longer strengths for Wenger, the old longevity of the Dragon Clan, when compared to magic techniques.
Despite Wenger being a famously strong dragon clan’s power player, that was all in the past.
When the battle’s strength, experience, and techniques are all on the sa starting line, the young and strong Nirwinke using ruthless reality showed the aged Wenger that the real battlefield was no longer his stage.
Unlike the shaless ambush and gang fight of the father-son duo of Floresta Verde, the duel between Nirwinke and Wenger was truly a matter of life and death.
The Blood River Commander inherited the Cyloan’s three-pronged steel fork, which was forged using the Nether Abyss’ Cyfla Fire, inherently possessing both fla and acid poison attributes of dual damage, and mixed with the excellent quality of "Tinello Dark tal," making the three-pronged steel fork not only unbreakable but also doubling the Blood River Commander’s dark force.
Using this ancestral weapon, Nirwinke stabbed successive disturbing three-eye wounds on Wenger’s wing roots, neck, and nose ridge, causing streams of dragon blood to gutter outward with large bubbles, leaving profound harm to this legendary giant dragon --------- from the wounds’ placents, we can see the Blood River Commander Nirwinke’s cleverness, as it targeted nearly all weak spots and crucial points of the giant dragon.
Especially comndable is that Nirwinke didn’t use any magic attack at all during the battle with Wenger!
With his tall forty-ter body and nearly endless magnificent strength, the Blood River Commander has a deep-seated belief.
No... it should be steadfast faith!
He believes ninety percent of the world’s magic cannot match the damage his steel fork can inflict! {PS: This is a fact.}
Similarly, Nirwinke has absolute trust in his "Steel Magma Skin."
Aside from Wenger’s claws which might be slightly concerning for the Blood River Commander, the twelve elental giant dragons summoned to assist, and the Nether God’s descendants were not at all in its sights; their bites and tears might be disasters for normal people but are trivial to the Netherworld’s master.
Though the chest and leg areas quickly turned into muddy flesh pulp during the fierce battle, the Blood River Commander’s spirit grew only more vigorous ----------- as long as his vital spots weren’t hard, Nirwinke didn’t mind paying the necessary price. For this, he even sacrificed his left arm to let Wenger’s breath condense a huge stone pillar.
If things continued this way, Nirwinke could defeat the legendary giant dragon with the most secure bleeding tactics, but such a thod would not yield imdiate results. While the villainous father-son duo rampaged wide, Nirwinke’s broad perspective began to sense sothing amiss. Whether Duke Reebok or the Twin-Star Nether Wolf Emissary, both are beloved generals under the Blood River Commander. "Shrunken Eye Devil Major," who was recently summoned as a Netherworld master and is a precious near-extinct Netherworld Beast, couldn’t resist the opponent’s encirclent, indicating the intensity of the battle.
When "Yihuo" started to appear, the Blood River Commander Nirwinke could no longer endure. He chose to step forward, no longer attempting any reservation, the enemies’ swift striking abilities made his heart feel as if twisted with a knife.
Though crowned as the champion of lee combat of Netherworld, Nirwinke is also a magic expert.
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