Chapter 288

Greeting him was a thunderstorm.

The sky was pitch black.

Lightning flashed within it, like a giant dragon rolling in the clouds, thick and terrifying, as if the heavens were roaring.

Boom—

A loud noise.

Lightning bloomed in the sky, dyeing half the sky blue.

As if the majestic might of heaven had descended.

The weather in this Rift Battlefield sometimes also seemed terrifying.

But looking at this lightning, Chen Ang couldn't help but have his gaze flicker, stroking his chin and revealing a look of thought. "The power of this lightning... would it be too strong? If I went in, wouldn't I be struck to death directly?"

Alright.

He indeed had the idea of rushing into the lightning.

After all, one of his talents, Thunder Body, needed the power of lightning.

But that wasn't right either.

"It seems that the

Chen Ang rubbed his chin and pondered.

Just as he was about to try...

Suddenly.

He frowned.

He raised his eyes and looked back behind him.

Boom.

A torrent of magma came blasting straight toward him.

The source of the magma torrent was one of the two figures in the distance, waving a staff, with a crimson magic circle that was extremely eye-catching.

"A mage?"

Chen Ang's heart stirred, and he immediately sneered. "Courting death."

Swish.

The Dead Dragon Soldier appeared in his hand. Chen Ang swung the dragon spear and thrust it fiercely toward the magma torrent.

Boom.

The moment they touched.

A terrifying aura and fluctuation erupted from the tip of the spear.

Under the straight thrust of the spear tip, that magma torrent actually began to shatter crazily like solidified sand, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch.

Under Chen Ang's single spear thrust, the magma torrent even began to dissipate.

"How is that possible?"

In the distance, a mage saw this scene with a look of shock, unable to believe it.

His name was Luo Jie.

And the other mage beside him was named Aaron.

"Be careful. He is worthy of being the target that Lord Truth wants to kill; his strength is indeed not weak."

Aaron's expression turned grave, his gaze flickering as he glanced obscurely at Luo Jie beside him, as if he were pondering something, but it was immediately hidden deep in his eyes.

"Let's attack together. No matter what, he must die today. Only by killing him will our status in the Wan Xingta be elevated," Luo Jie shouted in a deep voice, without the slightest fear, even showing a look of excitement.

In his eyes, even though Chen Ang had blocked his powerful strike, he was already a dead man.

But the voice had just fallen.

Chen Ang's figure disappeared.

Swish.

Suddenly.

The next moment, Chen Ang's figure appeared in front of him, holding the dragon spear, a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, as he swept out with a single spear strike. "Kill me? Who gave you the courage? That old thing, the Truth you speak of?"

241: The Death Sub-Dragon delivered to the door.

"Insulting Lord Truth, you are courting death."

Chen Ang's words caused a flash of anger in his eyes, but his movements were not slow; he waved his staff and slammed it into the ground.

Hum.

An earthy-yellow formation appeared under his feet, as if a giant dragon head rose from the ground and turned into a barrier to shroud him.

The long spear struck, landing on the barrier, and for a time, terrifying fluctuations erupted continuously, with rolling air waves.

Luo Jie's expression was arrogant. "Give up, you cannot break my Dragon Soul Shield!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Ang curled his lips into a disdainful smile.

Boom.

An increasingly terrifying aura erupted from his body.

The next moment.

With a crack.

Cracks actually appeared on the shield.

"How is that possible?!"

Luo Jie's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief, and he even became somewhat panicked. He hurriedly waved his staff again, maintaining the shield while roaring, "Aaron, kill him! Kill him!"

The voice had just fallen.

Whoosh.

A sound of breaking through the air approached.

Chen Ang turned his head to look; it was dense wind blades carrying terrifying cutting power attacking him.

The sound of breaking through the air rang out continuously.

Chen Ang's expression remained unchanged, but black mist emerged from his body, which suddenly turned into a giant mouth that bit down and swallowed all the wind blades in one gulp.

At the same time, Chen Ang erupted with power again.

With a boom.

The shield shattered instantly.

Luo Jie's face changed drastically, and his figure retreated violently, not daring to stay for even a second.

"Die!"

Chen Ang spat out the cold words. Dragon wings appeared on his back and flapped. Under full-speed eruption, he chased after him like an afterimage.

"Damn it."

Luo Jie cursed angrily. During his retreat, he waved his staff again. "Go to hell, you bastard!!"

Roar.

Inside the crimson magic circle.

Magma surged, and a huge dragon head appeared, spitting out a strike like a dragon's breath.

"Nothing more than this."

Chen Ang murmured, stopped his steps, held the Dead Dragon Soldier high in his hand, and then erupted with power. The spear contained terrifying might, and he threw it out.

Chen Ang whispered inwardly, "Dragon Spear!!"

The Dead Dragon Soldier can accommodate all of Chen Ang's abilities, including skills.

When the Dragon Fist is contained in the Dead Dragon Soldier, this strike transforms into a Dragon Spear.

Roar!

It was as if a giant dragon's roar sounded the moment the Dead Dragon Soldier was thrown out.

The moment this spear was thrown, it seemed to transform into a golden giant dragon flying at low altitude, roaring forward with unstoppable force.

It instantly collided with that terrifying magma breath.

But the moment they touched.

Boom—

The magma breath was directly obliterated.