Chapter 125: Dragon Air War

The Black Ridge Plateau is not a silent mountain range, it is a living, hideous giant mouth. When the dragon group tore through the cloud layer and pressed toward that turbid sky, the plateau "woke up".

First surging up was the visible sulfur storm mixed with dark shadows and screeches. This is the tentacle of the domain extension of the abyss lord Blood Hurricane Kodowen.

The storm tried to tear the dragon group's formation, pouring scorching and poisonous ashes into their lung cavities, and washing their will with harsh, soul-disintegrating wails.

The dragon group's response to this was silent and deadly. Young Gold Dragon Nokodron supported layers of colorful protective magic barriers at the very front, isolating most of the filthy storm.

Fidmina followed closely behind, using more primitive and violent breath flames to directly bombard the first batch of tangible demons condensed in the storm, groups of screaming wing demons.

These creatures, like skinned bats combined with twisted gnomes, holding filthy energy throwing spears in their claws, like a group of foul-smelling dark clouds, separated from the storm and pounced on the flanks of the dragon group.

Grovelian led a team of his own clan, casting class-magic abilities to summon and control airflow, creating chaotic cleaning cyclones around the dragon group, blowing the wing demon group into pieces, and then freezing them into ice lumps with the silver dragon's precise ice breath, falling from high altitude and shattering.

Red Dragon Fidmina roared excitedly, she no longer entangled with Sakavi's "inferior troops", but devoted herself to the feast of destruction.

She rushed into the densest wing demon group like a burning meteorite, the dragon wings flapping brought up burning wind, the dragon tail swept across and it was a piece of charcoal, the scorching cone-shaped flame breath was like a giant god's paintbrush, painting large burning blanks in the turbid sky. The red dragons she brought followed her brutality, using flames to purify the sky.

Sakavi and his "dragon beast" troops showed completely different tactics. They did not charge head-on, but like deadly vipers merging into the shadows, quietly dispersed, using the plateau terrain and sulfur smoke as cover.

When the large wing demon group was attracted by the front dragon group, they suddenly pounced from the shadows or cliffs, using acid breath with precise and strong corrosiveness to flank or back-attack, instantly dissolving the demon's wings and body.

The "dragon beasts" might have limited strength, but under the drive of this ambush and slaughter instinct, combined with the black dragon's insidious command, they also caused considerable battle damage, and their own losses were controlled at a relatively low level.

Wendisha cruised at a higher altitude above the battlefield, her vertical pupils like precision observation instruments, constantly analyzing the laws of demon emergence and energy nodes.

She did not easily join the melee, but commanded the blue dragons under her command to use chain lightning to accurately strike those wing demon commanders who tried to gather into formations or were clearly guiding some kind of abyss spell, dismantling the demon's counterattack momentum time and time again.

When a cloud of scattered acid mist swept across the flank of the battlefield, Sakavi's dark head tilted slightly toward a green dragon on the side that was precisely killing wing demons with poison breath.

His voice did not spread through the air, but turned into a strand of cold shadow whisper, directly seeping into the depths of Green Dragon Livog's consciousness, like a viper drilling into a rock crevice:

"Livog, listen."

The green dragon's movements did not have the slightest delay, and he solved two diving bat dragons between claw tearing and tail sweeping, but his vertical pupils turned slightly toward the master, indicating that he was fully focused on the shadow channel.

"The war situation is very 'lively', but it's not chaotic enough. Your task is: let it be chaotic in a way that is 'beneficial' to us at the right time."

The black dragon's words carried precise coldness, "Find a decent opportunity, such as intercepting a 'fatal' pounce on my flank. Then, take that team of your smartest little guys, 'seriously injured' and retreat, falling into the sulfur valley below."

Livog's poison breath stagnated for a moment in the air, instantly understanding all the master's intentions. It was not a retreat, it was lurking.

"Disappear into the rocks and poison mist. Clean up the tracking bugs, and then completely hibernate." The black dragon's instructions continued to flow, like an dark river setting an erosion path.

"No matter what happens ahead, no matter how loud the war drums are beaten or how fiercely the oaths are shouted, without my shadow signal, absolutely hide."

His yellow vertical pupils glanced at Puglin and the metal dragons who were fighting fiercely with the remnants of the demon lord in the distance, and there was a trace of near-joyful coldness in the shadow whisper:

"I have my own way to deal with the storm ahead. And your fangs must ensure that our retreat... is always in our own claws. Understand?"

A near-inaudible hiss came from Livog's throat, indicating that he had received the order. The next second, he let out an angry roar and pounced on a bat dragon that seemed to be pouncing behind the black dragon.

"Heroically" endured a claw strike that was enough to tear steel plates, and large pieces of scales "happened" to shatter and splash. He groaned painfully, rolled and fell downward, while issuing a screech of retreat.

The other green dragons in the rear followed their "seriously injured" leader without hesitation, like a few residual leaves knocked down, quickly disappearing into the sulfur mist and craggy strange rocks below.

The battlefield was noisy, the roar of dragons and demons shook the sky, this seemingly insignificant small-scale "attrition" perfectly integrated into the grand and chaotic slaughter picture. Only in the vertical pupils of the corruption swamp did a trace of cold satisfaction flash. The chess piece is already in place.

This small episode did not have any impact on the war situation. In just half an hour, more than a dozen metal dragons had fallen one after another, wailing. The fall of these few "dragon beasts" did not attract any attention.

With the consumption of wing demons, a screech that shook the soul came from the depths of the plateau, the mountains seemed to respond, and more and larger flying demons appeared.

That is the Bat Dragon, a giant beast with wings similar to giant dragons but more distorted, with three heads, and lava-like patterns flowing all over its body. They are the aerial heavy cavalry under the demon lord entrenched here.

At the same time, countless berserk demons were temporarily endowed with rough rock wings by powerful abyss power, howling and joining the air war, using pure brute force and heavy weapons, trying to approach and tear the dragon's scales.

The dragon group's formation had to start changing, from a neat formation to small combat groups covering each other. Gold dragons began to collide head-on with bat dragons, claws and magic intertwined, golden brilliance and abyss filthy energy fiercely consumed each other, every collision erupted with thunder-like loud noises and splashing energy sparks.

The bronze dragons focused on dealing with those "flying berserk demons" that looked clumsy but were actually very threatening, using the ability to control water vapor to create extreme cold fields around them, freezing their wings, or summoning lightning for precise point killing.

Just when the battle was most intense and the dragon group's forward speed was delayed, the demon lord finally appeared. It did not fly out of the mountain, but seemed to condense from the sulfur storm over the entire plateau.

The form constantly changed between entity and energy, the core is a terrifying existence with a giant dragon skeleton but covered with wriggling shadows and scorching cores, three pairs of tattered membrane wings that constantly dripped corrosive liquid flapped lightly, and it could set off a hurricane that tore space.

Puglin met him without fear. His breath is a highly condensed metal torrent carrying the power of law, forcibly "assimilating" everything he touches into shiny bronze. Two completely different breaths collided in the air, no explosion, only a heart-palpitating chaotic area that constantly annihilated and reborn.

Other powerful giant dragons immediately tried to support, but the trajectory of "Hurricane Wing" was unpredictable, like a ghost in the storm, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, using its space breath that ignored most physical and magic defenses, leaving terrible wounds on multiple giant dragons.

A gold dragon's forelimb was grazed, and a section disappeared instantly; several red dragons' flanks were only affected, and the scales and muscles were gouged out like invisible blades.

Grovelian seized the moment of acid mist interference, fully controlled the atmosphere, and created a short but extremely intense inward-compressing gas explosion cage around the blood hurricane, seriously interfering with its teleportation rhythm.

Just at this moment, Sakavi suddenly held a spear containing pure death power and stabbed at the blood hurricane from the flank. It was too late to dodge, its chest quickly turned gray-white, and then decayed.

However, all this finally had a price. Wherever the wing membrane passed, the black dragon's limbs disappeared instantly, leaving only a few residual limbs falling downward.

It was this interference in the flash of lightning!

Red Dragon Fidmina seized the opportunity and, from the side and bottom, with a near-self-destructive charge posture, sprayed a mouthful of white-hot burning city flames accumulated to the extreme, solidly on the root of the membrane wing on the right side of the blood hurricane.

The flames that were enough to melt mountain rocks finally burned through that layer of strange shadow protection and ignited its demon essence. The blood hurricane let out a painful screech that made space tremble, and its movements appeared fatal delay.

Puglin, who had been confronting it head-on and accumulating power, had his dragon pupils shoot essence.

He no longer used breath, but combined his demigod-level dragon power with ancient dragon language magic, opened his giant mouth, and issued a strange command that seemed to be shaken by countless bronze bells at the same time, Decree · Solidification.

Words follow the law!

The area where the blood hurricane was located, space, energy, and even the flow of time, appeared extremely short "hardening" and "stagnation".

It seemed like an insect thrown into amber, although it began to struggle frantically and crack in the next moment, this momentary solidification was enough to decide life and death.

Countless breaths, like precision-guided, completely submerged that group of struggling shadows and flames from all directions at this moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion. Only a harsh sound that seemed to be completely crushed by glass products, mixed with the screech of the abyss.

The core of the demon lord, under that too dense and powerful energy focus, was like a bubble poked, along with the form it condensed, completely annihilated and dissipated.

The lord fell, and the remaining flying demon army, like the backbone being drawn, instantly fell into chaos and rout.

"Sakavi, the demon lord is already dead, you don't have to pretend to be dead anymore, everyone knows your background, come out quickly, otherwise you will be made into charcoal-grilled dragon steak."

"Don't talk nonsense, when did I pretend to be dead? Didn't I go down to pick up the ribs of this demigod! Go back and find a forging mage, it can be processed into legendary weapons." ===== CHAPTER 126 =====