Ashen Dragon

"Screech—"

Along with Cassius's wanton roar, black blood splattered in mid-air, and one of the Shadow Dragon's wings was torn off, with its translucent soul-quality wing membrane gradually dissipating.

"Aaaah!"

Mortifael let out a howl of extreme pain, his coal-like black body writhing and struggling.

But against the absolute strength of the Bloodscaled Fury and the chaotic flames swirling around, his struggles were so pale and powerless.

"I will tear you to pieces!"

Cassius laughed wildly, his pale gold eyes filled with red blood vessels. He was like a predator toying with his prey, licking the taste of blood, savoring the pleasure of slowly teasing and dismembering his prey.

"No, no, I am the Voice of the Night!"

"Seven hundred years of accumulation, consuming millions of lives, how could I lose to you!"

In the extremity of the will to survive, the Shadow Dragon finally cast a spell.

[Shadow Escape Technique]

Accompanied by spatial fluctuation, Mortifael's body transformed into several clusters of black mist, slipping away from Cassius's claws.

Immediately, several dozen Shadow Dragons appeared in mid-air, their wings nearly all damaged, constantly absorbing energy from the Shadow Domain and visibly recovering.

The Shadow Dragons wailed again, like the cries of vengeful ghosts.

[Hell Legion]

The sky filled with hundreds of terrifying Hell Demons.

They wielded their weapons and swarmed from all directions, charging toward the frenzied Red Dragon.

This was a spell simulated through Shadow Matter using the abilities of the [Shadow Curse Spell].

These spells had about eighty percent authenticity, making it impossible for ordinary people to discern the anomalies, and more insidiously, if someone saw through the Shadow Curse Spell's nature, they would be infiltrated by Shadow Energy, suffering additional mental trauma.

However, the Bloodscaled Fury did not care whether the enemies in front were real or fake, he only wanted to tear them all apart.

"Roar—"

Cassius roared in rage again.

That massive and robust body rampaged through mid-air.

He opened his blood-red mouth to bite, clawing with sharp talons, sweeping with his thick tail.

In just a few breaths, blood glistened in the air, and the Red Dragon indulged in carnage among the Hell Legion, annihilating all those simulated demons, leaving not a single one behind.

But Mortifael never intended to defeat the Red Dragon with those demons, only to stall this beast.

His true form had already teleported several miles away to Dragon Shadow City, where he was struggling to sort out a spell prototype within the chaotic Shadow Magic Web, preparing to create an Otherworld Gate to leave this plane.

"Just stall for a moment, just stall for a moment longer..."

"Wait, Cassius, I will return, the Voice of the Night is a patient hunter."

"The night will completely engulf you, and then your body, the secrets behind you—everything will be mine."

Low murmurs echoed in the air.

The Shadow Dragon continued to spew black mist, constructing black vortexes in the air, his gray, dim eyes filled with venom.

But at this moment, a terrifying screech came from behind him.

"What?"

Mortifael whipped his head around.

He saw the Red Dragon roaring towards him like a shooting star, its speed terrifying, with a dark red tail flame trailing behind its wings.

The Shadow Dragon's face showed panic, hastening the construction of the Otherworld Gate, but Cassius had already reached his side, letting out another frenzied roar.

He was up close.

"No—"

Mortifael's howl sounded.

The next moment, Cassius grabbed the Shadow Dragon's frail body, and together they plummeted rapidly from the sky, the Red Dragon's terrifying weight crashing to the ground.

"Boom—"

With the tremor of the earth, dust flew, and large swathes of buildings turned into ruins, the thunderous sound clearly heard by everyone in Dragon Shadow City.

The fall created a powerful shockwave centered on the entangled dragons, shattering nearby building windows.

The Shadow Dragon was pinned under Cassius, unable to move.

The ethereal form of Mortifael, with its shadowy constitution, made him hard to be harmed by material, but with his supernatural attributes broken by the Scales of Blood and Chaos Flame, his body still suffered severe injuries.

Just being in the Shadow Domain, the endless black mist poured from the sky, and his ravaged, mutilated body began to recover visibly.

Usually, this terrifying domain could render him undying.

But being in close proximity only made the frenzied Red Dragon happier, allowing him to vent his long-repressed bruteness and turning the Shadow Dragon into a hard-to-kill punching bag.

Aaaah! Mortifael writhed and struggled, spewing black shadowy torrents from his mouth.

But the next moment, the frenzied Red Dragon tore open his neck with sharp claws, stomping his nebulous head into the ground with a forceful press.

Boom!

The ground formed a deep pit, the head already torn off and crushed into a bloody pulp, resembling a glob of black slime.

The dense mist continued to pour from the sky, mending the Shadow Dragon's broken body, his head rapidly reforming, but those gray eyes now filled with terror.

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He wanted to struggle, to escape, but the chaotic power was omnipresent.

Cassius gripped the Shadow Dragon's neck, lifting him single-handedly before smashing him into the ground again. Several houses crumbled under the Shadow Dragon's massive weight, laying to waste.

No, no, if only I could escape... Mortifael struggled to get up, desperately flapping his wings to ascend, trying to flee this hell.

But just as the Shadow Dragon was about to leave the ground, the Red Dragon grinned maliciously, seizing his tail with immense force and yanking him back, immediately crushing his head again.

Another thunderous boom.

Repeatedly, the frenzied Red Dragon killed the Shadow Dragon time and time again.

At this moment, Mortifael appeared to be—nothing but a toy.

With the battle of these two colossal beings, half of Dragon Shadow City was destroyed, turning former shops and taverns into utter ruins, countless city residents perished from the collateral damage of this crushing battle, yet Cassius cared nothing for any of it.

Finally, the Bloodscaled Fury seemed to have grown bored.

Crack! Cassius grabbed the Shadow Dragon's wings, forcefully breaking them, then tore the body open from the shoulders, exposing large swathes of shadowy internals.

Mud-like translucent blood gushed from the Shadow Dragon's body.

Roar— The Red Dragon roared, chaotic light patterns overflowed from the dragon crystal on its chest, and the dark red Breath of Chaos spouted from the blood-filled mouth.

The Chaos Flame rushed into the Shadow Dragon's open body, destroying the already still Heart of Shadows, simultaneously obliterating its evil essence and soul, turning it into basic, most chaotic shadow matter particles.