A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 390: Chapter 316: The Power of Bloodburst—Defeating All Dragons Alone!

Mind Magic: Damage Transfer!

Mind Magic: Shared Pain!

At the critical moment, Solrog transformed and transferred part of the physical damage to avoid being lashed so severely that Dragon Blood would have gushed everywhere.

Yet, even so, his fierce diving momentum was forcibly knocked upwards, disrupting his rhythm.

Just as Galos was ready to capitalize on his victory and expand his gains.

Another flaming red shadow recklessly charged straight towards them.

It was Red Dragon Kahill.

Boom!!!

With a heavy, muffled sound, Galos allowed the Wild Dragon’s body to slam violently into his chest, merely stepping back slightly, with the chest armor showing a few spider-web-like cracks.

Seizing the opportunity, he extended his giant claw, gripping Kahill’s shoulder blade with precision like an iron clamp.

His power erupted, lifting the adolescent Red Dragon as easily as picking up a chick, and then fiercely smashing it onto the ground.

A piercing tearing sound echoed as a large patch of scales and flesh from the Red Dragon’s shoulder were brutally torn away.

Thunder Spear!

The roar of Blue Dragon Heryam tore through the howling snowstorm.

He spiraled above the battlefield, wings spread to the maximum, manipulating the change in the weather.

Crackle crackle! Frenzied arcs of vibrant blue lightning sprang into existence, like countless angry electric serpents madly jumping and converging in the air.

Finally, as the Blue Dragon’s wings suddenly pressed downward.

Numerous lightning arcs compressed and condensed, materializing into an enormous Thunder Long Spear, entwined with destructive energy, descending towards the majestic, unmoving Galos below like true divine retribution.

The full output of the Storm Dragon should never be underestimated.

If a typical young dragon took this blow head-on, it would undoubtedly suffer.

Of course, for Galos, even if he took it head-on, it might be of little consequence.

However, he felt that remaining motionless would seem too arrogant and disdainful of these Dragons.

Without hesitation, he threw aside the struggling Red Dragon Kahill and sidestepped precisely at the moment when the Thunder Spear was about to form.

Swoosh!

The terrifying energy-laden Thunder Spear grazed the edge of Galos’ Scale Armor and could only futilely smash into the empty frozen ground, creating a scorched pit with electric serpents spreading around.

At the same time.

Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Solrog, having just adjusted their postures, once again displayed coordinated cooperation, attacking from left and right like two colorful whirlwinds!

While directly in front, Red Dragon Kahill, thrown into disarray and bleeding profusely from his shoulder, with shattered Dragon Scales, burned with fury in his eyes, having entered a state of rage, his frame visibly swelling, body emanating an aura increase, recklessly charging headlong once again, crashing fiercely into Galos’ relatively weak flank.

The three formed a brief triangular siege, leading the front, in a fierce struggle with Galos.

Galos willed into motion, two arms fully composed of condensed Dragon Qi extended aggressively from his back.

Four arms danced, each attack carrying overwhelming strength and the fierce sound of ripping wind.

He stood against three, still maintaining the upper hand, while the three confronting him felt as if combating a moving mountain, the overwhelming pressure nearly suffocating them.

Meanwhile, the other dragons hovering around the perimeter, biding their time, were far from idle.

Grip of Death!

Just as Galos temporarily forced two Red Dragons back with a frenzied assault and leapt skillfully to evade an Iron Dragon’s reckless charge, Black Dragon Seraphina seized the fleeting moment.

With a rasping dragon’s roar.

Centered on Red Iron Dragon Galos, dense, clinging black-gray Necromantic Energy surged forth like a living creature, rapidly forming a giant, illusory, decayed ghostly hand, gripping his massive body unavoidably.

Though there was no physical contact felt, Galos suddenly felt a chilling cold, coupled with sudden weakness, as if life energy was being forcibly extracted.

However, it lasted only an instant.

That coldness then receded like a tide, the weakness vanishing as if it never appeared.

[Grip of Death] is a control skill carrying a strong curse nature.

But its effect intensity cannot nearly compare to the curse issued by the Snake Dragon right before its death back then.

Galos’ remarkable resistance honed through that curse vastly weakened the spell’s effect, in conjunction with his own blazing furnace-like life energy, effectively nullifying it.

Almost simultaneously with the spectral hand dissipating.

The seemingly calm snowy ground around Galos erupted as if boiling.

Winding out violent green vines, thicker than ancient trees and covered with sharp barbs, broke through the hard frozen snow.

The surface of these vines gleamed with metallic cold hardness, like numerous enraged living Giant Pythons, rapidly entwining and clinging towards Galos’ limbs and Dragon form, wildly constricting.

Those sharp barbs attempted to delve into the fine gaps between Dragon Scales.

Aiming to absorb blood and release strong paralyzing toxins.

But, Galos’ second layer of tougher inner scales blocked all their malicious attempts outside.