A Dragon against the Whole World

At the same time.

In Galos’s eyes.

With a speed visible to the naked eye, bloodshot lines emerged one after another, spreading like a dense spider web.

The Red Iron Dragon slowly stood up, its massive shadow cast over the snowy ground.

Rage like a tsunami surged within him, wave after wave pounding against the dam of reason.

In the past, with such fury, he would have long been overtaken by the instincts of his Fury State, reduced to a beast only knowing destruction.

But now, things were different.

The invisible barrier between his thoughts and rage, though rippling due to the immense anger, did not significantly affect Galos’s rationality.

Galos carefully felt this unprecedented fury, allowing the flames of anger to burn freely within.

As time passed, the bloodstains in his eyes became more numerous and dense, almost dyeing the entire whites of his eyes a terrifying crimson.

Finally, in a moment of reaching the pinnacle.

Galos’s eyes completely transformed into a blood-moon-like scarlet!

Simultaneously, without actively entering the Berserk State or other enhanced states, the aura around him began to rise, gradually exuding a bewitching, frenzied, dangerous, and highly unstable feeling, like a volcano about to erupt.

Galos naturally stepped onto the Wild Path.

From now on, rage was no longer just a negative effect or burden for him; it officially became one of Galos’s sources of power.

He naturally comprehended the Fury State.

Which is the state he had entered at this moment.

"Huff... huff..."

The Red Iron Dragon’s breathing turned heavy and thunderous, echoing across the desolate snowy plains.

He could clearly sense that his attributes were rising with the climb of his rage.

"With the near-infinite source of rage from this inferno, my Wild Path level will rise rapidly. It won’t be long before I can comprehend a higher level of Wild State."

Galos slowly clenched his claw, feeling the power surging with his rage.

With his active guidance and cooperation, the power and fury within him continued to ascend.

As the power increased, the irritation in Galos’s heart rose in sync, while the barrier between thought and fury became more visibly shaky, yet it remained resilient, showing no signs of collapse.

This sensation was quite peculiar.

It was as if he was manipulating a character filled with fury beyond a solid screen.

No matter how angry the character within was, it could hardly affect the calm manipulator beyond the screen.

This was how Galos felt at the moment.

The fury engulfed his body and mind like a torrent, yet deep within, his emotions were as calm as a still lake.

A state of coexistence between fury and tranquility, paradoxical yet genuinely reflected in him.

"The crucial question now is, what is the limit of this mental barrier?"

Galos could feel the pressure and the sensation of instability it transmitted.

If it were completely destroyed by extreme fury, Galos would inevitably be deeply influenced by it.

Then, he decided to keep pushing, allowing the rage and power to surge toward even higher peaks.

Meanwhile.

High in the sky, a polar falcon accustomed to soaring through freezing weather flew past.

Its sharp eyes noticed the terrifying Giant Dragon lurking in the snow below. Instantly, the creature’s instincts sounded the alarm, and it instinctively prepared to flap its wings and leave this dangerous place.

Yet, all of a sudden.

A sudden, blazing rage exploded within its tiny chest, and its eyes were filled with bloodshot lines.

[So angry! What if it’s a Dragon? Why does it get to occupy that spot so dominantly? Just looking at it makes my feathers burn! Even if I die, I must dive down and peck it!]

With such vague but extremely furious thoughts, the polar falcon let out a sharp and vicious screech.

It abandoned its escape, folded its wings, and like an arrow courting death, dived toward the Red Iron Dragon below.

Smack!

Without even needing to look up, Galos casually raised a wing, like swatting away an annoying fly.

The diving polar falcon instantly exploded in mid-air, turning into a mist of blood dispersing into the cold wind.

"A creature so weak dares to attack me? How could it have survived to adulthood being so reckless?... Wait, no." Galos’s thoughts flickered: "It seems to have been affected by the unintentional Fury Radiation I emitted, muddling its mind with rage, completely ignoring the vast disparity in our strengths, rushing over with a death wish."

He immediately realized this.

Unknowingly, the fury intent he emitted had already begun to spread radiantly like Red Dragon Gorsas, directly influencing the surrounding creatures.

Moreover, the range of this influence seemed to be quite substantial.

"Good, it turns out to be a simple yet exceptionally effective divine skill."

A hint of joy appeared in Galos’s heart.

He had experienced firsthand how tricky and troublesome Fury Radiation could be.

However, what once felt like a headache to him now brought immense pleasure upon mastering it.

Then, Galos continued to increase his rage.

Within an ever-expanding radius centered on him, all intelligent beings were inevitably drawn into the vortex of rage, losing reason, attacking each other, or launching futile charges toward where Galos stood.