A Dragon against the Whole World

The Red Iron Dragon swiftly maneuvered through the fierce blizzard in the high sky, its silhouette flickering like a lightning bolt tearing through the heavens.

Each tilt or extension of its Dragon Wings caused a dark red conflagration to burst forth, propelling its motions with accelerated speed and abrupt directional changes, rendering its flight path unpredictable and elusive.

The snowflakes evaporated instantly upon contacting the fiery blaze, leaving behind a brief trail of emptiness.

It wasn’t just the body technique.

At this moment, its wings had truly transformed into deadly weapons.

The edges were sharp as knives, producing a piercing whistle when slicing through the air; the wing tips glinted like spears, effortlessly piercing the thick curtain of wind and snow.

Combined with its astonishing wingspan, far exceeding that of its kind, its attack range was vast.

Moreover, the intermittent explosive bursts of flame provided instant acceleration, granting agility far superior to any conventional flight reliant on muscular strength.

"There are so many domains that need honing, it seems I’ve somewhat neglected the development of my wings."

Galos introspected amid high-speed movement.

Since the first evolution of its Dragon Wings, there hadn’t been much subsequent development.

Upon careful consideration, this was not a wise choice.

"My Dragon Wings should possess further evolutionary potential."

"For instance, achieving a full 360-degree twist and roll, allowing slashes and thrusts from any inconceivable angle, with augmenting flames erupting from any spot on the wing surface."

"In comparison, the current method of use seems somewhat monotonous and lacks variety."

The Red Iron Dragon silently charted future training directions in its mind, while calmly handling the persistent entanglements of the Golden Dragon.

Alberto was like an obstinate golden comet, persistently attempting close-quarter combat with the Red Iron Dragon, yet repeatedly being repelled by Galos with superior strength, speed, and combat skill.

This was a sparring match intended for training.

However, with Galos’s whole body sharp like blades, diverse and uneven wounds already marred the Golden Dragon’s exquisite scale armor.

Dragon Blood continually seeped out, spattering onto the snow below, blossoming into spots of striking crimson plum blossoms.

Crack! Crack!

Dragon Scales unable to bear the load shattered, with the crisp sound constantly ringing out, accompanied by the Golden Dragon’s muffled groans and gasps.

At first glance, the scene indeed seemed exceptionally brutal.

Holy Shield!

Seizing the moment when the Red Iron Dragon’s giant wings tore through the air with a mournful wail, Alberto gathered his spirit.

The Holy Oath Rune’s luminescence flowed, instantly constructing a solid, heavy, and brilliantly shining diamond-shaped Giant Shield in front of him, barely protecting his vital parts.

However, Galos’s reaction was extraordinarily quick.

Its right wing subtly angled inward, the blaze along the wing’s edge surged abruptly, releasing powerful thrust, causing its massive body to carve a fierce and swift arc through the air, nimble enough to bypass the Holy Shield’s protective range, appearing ghost-like at Alberto’s undefended flank.

Immediately after, utilizing inertia from its forward rush and spin, its Dragon Tail whistled through the air with a tearing sound, fiercely striking!

Boom!

A forceful, precisely aimed tail whip smacked onto the Golden Dragon’s shoulder blade.

A powerful, irresistible force transmitted through, causing Alberto to instantly lose balance, spinning helplessly like a top hit by Giant Strength, awkwardly tumbling through the air several times before barely regaining stability.

Alberto shook his somewhat dazed head vigorously, gritting his teeth against the intense pain.

If it were a Dragon of lesser will, faced with such one-sided crushing, it might have given up by now.

But Alberto indeed possessed a resilient heart, seeking the potential for growth amidst the overwhelming pressure from Galos.

The Golden Dragon took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the pain and discomfort, adjusting his slightly chaotic flying posture.

Once again, he charged forward.

And then, unsurprisingly, the Golden Dragon transformed into an uncontrollable aerial top again, being relentlessly struck and manipulated by the Red Iron Dragon from every angle.

To the uninitiated, the scene indeed appeared like unilateral torment.

At the moment, this scene was precisely witnessed by the newly arrived Golden Dragon Nasha in the Dragon Valley’s airspace.

Her golden eyes narrowed instantly, nearly turning into two thin lines.

Her first sensory intake was the astonishing presence of Evil Dragons within the valley.

Though most were immature, several were extraordinarily strong, especially the imposing black-red Giant Dragon committing the violence, whose formidable presence made her heart skip. Its posture and demeanor clearly indicated it was the leader of the place, undoubtedly very powerful.

"A tightly structured, populous, not-to-be-underestimated gathering of Evil Dragons!"

Nasha’s heart instantly made the judgment.

Simultaneously, her gaze landed on the high-altitude golden figure being continuously struck, appearing utterly pathetic.

It was Alberto!

Her foolish, rebellious, arrogant, yet blood-related younger brother.

Currently, he was being wantonly battered and knocked away by that imposing, intimidating Red Iron Evil Dragon, seemingly powerless to retaliate, even struggling to maintain basic stable flight.

Apart from the apprehension towards the Red Iron Dragon Leader.

A flame mixed with anger and heartache surged onto Nasha’s heart instantly.