Chapter 95: The Black Dragon

When standing, the Abyssal Lord exceeded thirty meters in height, like a mobile volcano. His body, unlike ordinary demons, constantly shifted and flowed between thick carapace and molten lava within, his overall silhouette resembling an immensely powerful humanoid giant.

On his head, three pairs of twisted, crown-like demonic horns pierced the sky, each blazing with eternal hellfire; he had no conventional “face”—instead, the front of his skull was a smooth, mirror-like dark crystal. When he occasionally “gazed” at a target, the mirror rippled, revealing countless tormented, wailing faces of souls.

Four arms extended from his shoulders and back—far exceeding the limbs of ordinary demons, symbolizing the destruction he could enact simultaneously. At the ends of the two most massive arms were colossal claws capable of crushing hills, each fingertip dripping molten rock that burned into the ground wounds that never healed.

The other pair of arms, relatively “slender” yet far more sinister, drifted slowly through the air, their fingertips wreathed in black lightning and spatial rifts, clearly skilled in manipulating energy and tearing at the laws of reality.

Behind him stretched a pair of immense energy wings woven from shadow and flame. Though unmoving, they naturally warped the surrounding light and space, allowing him to hover effortlessly.

Below his waist, his body gradually merged into a churning vortex composed of tormented souls and liquid flame—a vortex that was both his lower half and a small, ever-hungry domain devouring everything nearby. Lord of the Infernal Pit·Malgash

In his main hand, he gripped a colossal sword forged from solidified concepts of death and the remnants of shattered planes; its blade was pitch black, as if absorbing all light—merely glancing at it could freeze a soul. Around him, a constant dim corrosion aura silently stripped all life and hope from everything within its range.

“Black Dragon!” The Abyssal Lord’s voice cracked like the core of the earth, making the air tremble. “State your name! Few dare face my presence—you… have piqued my interest.”

His hellfire surged, his pressure palpable as solid matter. “Remember the one who ends you—Lord of the Infernal Pit·Malgash! Then carry that name to meet your Tiamat. It will be a… generous gift I offer her.”

“Sakavi Kelsis Domina.” The Black Dragon on the wall calmly uttered his full name, each syllable resonating with ancient power, quietly dispersing the oppressive force bearing down on him.

“Uninvited guest of the Abyss, your aura is not enough to shake me. But I am truly curious—just how vast is the gap between us, as the legends claim?”

“HAHAHA—!!!” Malgash’s Kuangxiao shook the surrounding space, cracking the earth beneath his feet. “Were you raised by a red dragon? Or did you soak too long in lava? Such reckless stupidity is no different from those fire-spitting red lizards! Ridiculous! Absurd!”

In the face of absolute power disparity, any words were meaningless. Sakavi ceased his response, replaced by a chilling silence. He became a drawn bowstring, gathering Huimiedeliliang . The next instant, his body became a bolt of black lightning, launching his challenge with the most direct action possible!

Sakavi’s form blurred in place, then reappeared before Malgash’s chest, his black dragon claws entwined with Jizhidefunengliang , lunging straight for the molten core within—the purest form of “Death Touch,” capable of instantly annihilating life.

Yet the dark-crystal armor on Malgash’s chest flashed with a Youguang , absorbing and transforming that death energy, then exploding outward in a profane, dim-corrosion nova centered on the point of impact. Sakavi was violently thrown back, his dragon scales stained with living, writhing, corrosive darkness.

“Too slow!” Malgash roared, all four arms striking. Two massive claws tore through space, sealing off Sakavi’s escape routes; the other two hands coalesced devastating black lightning into a net of death.

Sakavi flared his wings, unleashing his true trump card: “Soul Drain.” He frantically siphoned the lingering soul fragments of hundreds of thousands of recently slain beings on the battlefield, compressing and condensing them before his dragon maw into an unstable, wailing pale soul-bomb.

This attack, saturated with immense death energy, threatened even Malgash. He was forced to abandon his pursuit of Sakavi, swinging his arms to summon a storm of hellfire encircling him. At the peak of its intensity, Sakavi hurled the pale soul-bomb.

It traced a bizarre arc, bypassing the frontal hellfire storm, striking directly at the junction between Malgash’s back and his energy wings.

“BOOM—!”

The soul explosion erupted silently, yet drew from Malgash a roar of pain and fury. One of his energy wings flickered wildly, and his massive body staggered.

Sakavi became a meteor wreathed in black flame, his body a spear, driving straight into Malgash’s exposed chest core—now vulnerable from injury!

“SPLURT—!”

The blow, Ningjulesakaweiquanbuliliang , finally pierced the unbreakable obsidian carapace, sinking deep into Malgash’s chest. Yet the Abyssal Lord’s strength far exceeded imagination.

Though grievously wounded, Malgash did not retreat—he erupted into a monstrous laugh. From his pierced wound, countless tendrils of molten rock and darkness erupted, wrapping tightly around Sakavi’s thrusting limb and body.

“Got you, insect!”

The other three arms, radiating annihilating power, struck Sakavi’s immobilized body from multiple angles.

“Crack!” A clear sound of bone breaking echoed.

Sakavi’s dragon wings were torn apart; his chest and abdomen scales and bones shattered and caved in under the blows. Abyssal Fazedehuimiexingnengliang surged into his body, wildly destroying his life force.

He vomited a torrent of dragon blood mixed with organ fragments. The scalding blood rained down like a tragic deluge, staining the blackened earth below a dark crimson.

Yet the next instant, black flames erupted from Sakavi’s body, burning his blood and shattered organs to ash, repairing his ravaged form.

“Interesting! I’ll play with you properly today.” Malgash seemed unconcerned by the sight, allowing Sakavi to heal himself.

The healed Sakavi did not rush in—he knew his opponent’s power was unfathomable. He circled high above, his dragon maw opening and closing to exhale a darkness as deep as night. This breath was the ultimate negative energy and annihilation force—where it passed, even light was devoured, hurtling straight toward the Abyssal Lord.

Malgash laughed wildly, refusing to dodge. One of his four arms raised, palm spewing a torrent of profane hellfire—destruction energy empowered by the Abyssal Will.

Darkness and flame collided in midair with no thunderous roar—only violent annihilation of energy and violent distortion of space, forming a brief, swirling black-red vortex that devoured everything around it before vanishing entirely into the night sky.

Sakavi flared his wings, leaving afterimages in the air, moving at extreme speed. He circled Malgash’s massive body, hurling spectral spear-like projectiles from every impossible angle. His tactic was clear: use speed to harass and drain.

The battle raged for a full hour; the sky had become their canvas, scarred with twisted traces of colliding energies. Sakavi’s spectral spears pierced Malgash’s defenses multiple times, corroding deep, age-rotted grooves into his black carapace, dimming the flow of molten lava.

Yet Malgash’s attacks were equally crushing. A single precise prediction—his molten greatsword grazed Sakavi’s spine, shredding vast swathes of scales and leaving charred, seared wounds. “Is that all your tricks, Black Dragon?” Malgash’s voice carried a hint of impatience.

Sakavi’s wings trembled, enveloping himself in a gray “Field of Aging.” Where it touched, space itself seemed to lose vitality—even the hellfire burning around Malgash dimmed slightly.

Next, he clenched his claws, firing an invisible “Life Drain” ray across space, attempting to directly siphon the Abyssal Lord’s vitality. Malgash emitted a cold, slightly surprised snort, his massive body twisting with surprising agility—the ray grazed his carapace, leaving behind a fine, dried-earth-like crack.

“Interesting trick!” he roared, swinging one arm—profane dim-corrosion energy surged like a tide toward the Black Dragon. But such attacks rarely struck a flying dragon.

Sakavi, having evaded, did not pause. Using his speed, he traced bizarre paths in the air and opened his maw to unleash “Soul Wail”—a direct soul-level assault, its shrieking illusions lunging into Malgash’s consciousness. The dark-crystal face rippled, and his movements froze for an instant.

Seizing this fleeting opening, Sakavi gathered pale “Death Grip” in both claws and yanked violently. Malgash instantly felt an invisible force tearing inside him, as if his soul were being ripped from his body. He slammed his two arms together—deep abyssal flames erupted, forcibly burning through the invisible soul chains.

“My turn!” Malgash spread all four arms—“Abyssal Shackles” activated instantly. Countless tendrils of dark energy emerged from the void, wrapping around Sakavi’s wings and limbs.

Sakavi’s death energy surged like razor blades, spinning and slicing through many tendrils, yet a few still clung to his hind limbs. Without hesitation, his tail lashed like a steel whip, infused with annihilation force, forcibly snapping them—but his speed was again slowed.

Malgash seized the opening. His two main claws swung repeatedly with “Annihilation Fists,” each punch carrying the power to shatter mountains and annihilate souls. Sakavi evaded with precise spatial flashes. One dodge failed—the punch’s wind grazed his ribs, shattering scales; corrosive, chaotic abyssal energy tried to invade, but he forcibly expelled and neutralized it with purer death energy.

This brutal battle lasted several hours; the sky was split by two opposing energies. Sakavi’s body was covered in burns and corrosion, one dragon horn broken, his aura visibly chaotic.

Malgash was no better—his black carapace was pitted and cracked from death energy erosion, his movements no longer as furious or fluid as before.

Finally, in a head-on collision, Sakavi unleashed his ultimate technique: “Final Point”—a ray of condensed, grayish energy so refined it seemed capable of ending all existence—directly confronting Malgash’s ultimate annihilation, unleashed by all four arms.

The death ray pierced through one of Malgash’s arms, melting a massive, charred hole through his chest. The Abyssal Lord roared in pain. Yet Malgash’s torrent of annihilating energy utterly shattered Sakavi’s defenses, slamming into his massive dragon body.

The sound of cracking dragon bones chilled the soul. Sakavi’s massive form froze midair for an instant—then, scalding dragon blood erupted from countless wounds like a waterfall, staining the sky dark red. He lost all strength, falling like a fallen star, plummeting heavily toward Agrik.

Just before Sakavi’s shattered body struck the earth, a silver streak flashed precisely beneath him—dragon claws caught his corpse at the perfect moment, then ascended swiftly, accelerating back toward Agrik.