webnovel Chapter 1173 - 450: King of Rage, The Final Curtain
Chapter 1173 - 450: King of Rage, The Final Curtain
The orange-red flames danced, casting their glow over the barren ridge.
Deep red clouds of fire covered the sky, bringing a sense of oppression that would terrify even descending saints.
At that time, the scorching heat was like invisible chains, gradually tightening around the necks of all living beings.
To breathe in such an environment required one to use all their life’s strength, desperately struggling.
Just like a drowning person, failing to grasp the only driftwood, the inevitable result would be becoming unregarded dry bones.
"Roar!!!"
At the summit of Flame Lotus Mountain, a berserk Primordial Dragon Demon stood with feet planted firmly on the ground, like a mighty war deity, full of domineering presence.
His legs were covered in massive muscles, making him appear thick and strong, and a casual kick seemed like it could collapse a mountain.
But what he possessed was not just extraordinary strength; the wanton spread of his crimson dragon wings, shedding firelight tens of thousands of feet long, would make even true members of the red dragon clan mere extras in his presence.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!!"
In the pupils of the Primitive Dragon Demon, each reflected a deep red fire seed.
The fire seed burned fiercely, almost leaping out of his eyes.
Accompanied by an inexplicable majesty and horror, the two dragon horns on his head, like bamboo shoots after the rain, grew vigorously under the drive of the flames.
Suddenly, the Primitive Dragon Demon became the only thing between heaven and earth.
The Fire Element wrapped around him to form a ring of fire, both for defense and deterrence.
The ground rippled with an impenetrable tide of flames, one layer surpassing the next, as if it would never end.
"Whoosh!!!"
The Primitive Dragon Demon·Mai Ertu suddenly turned around.
His face was twisted with anger, giving rise to an even greater fiery rage.
He glared at Mo, initially in disbelief that a creature from the outside world had actually invaded his domain.
In the next moment, the remnants of his rationality dissipated, and with a clench of his fist, a "Fire Dragon Fist" struck through the void.
"Boom!!"
The ordinary straight punch, when launched, sent a five-clawed red dragon bursting from Mai Ertu’s arm.
By the time it reached Ye Hanjun, the red dragon had already opened its jaws wide, ready to devour.
"King of Rage! Found you!"
"Let’s be friends and share eternal torment together!"
Mo, ecstatic to the point of madness, slapped the ridge with a wrist and leapt like a grasshopper.
He charged straight into the mouth of the five-clawed red dragon without any attempt to dodge.
Boom, boom, boom, a series of explosions followed, and the kilometer-long illusion of the five-clawed red dragon was extinguished in a snap.
The terrifying red flames enveloped Mo completely.
And Mo, bathed in divine fire, watched his own flesh evaporate, with only exuberance in his solitary eye.
"This is bad! Unless White Crow shows up, that rag can’t beat the King of Rage!"
GuaGua spewed out a high-pressure water gun to extinguish a few splashes of the Flame of Rage.
It was merely a trivial matter, and he struggled greatly with it.
One could only imagine the dire straits Mo faced, confronting Mai Ertu alone.
"Mo is out of control; it’s exceedingly difficult to command it in this state..."
Ye Hanjun, with sparkling eyes, expanded the Ten Directions Yama King Palace, switching to the highest battle readiness mode.
With Sword Thunder Child’s assistance and the SS-class Authority to save his life, even the best Holy Beast King could be defeated.
But there was a prerequisite... The opponent must not possess divinity!
If it were a normally blooded member of the Divine Trace Lineage with a rich divinity, that would be an entirely different caliber of enemy, and one could not generalize.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!"
The golden sword beneath his feet trembled violently.
It felt the strong killing intent, a sense of life-threatening crisis filling its soul.
It was earnestly resisting this eroding agony, and the dazzling sparks it emitted were like a divine sword cleaving open a piece of the fiery clouds.
However, no sooner had the fire clouds split apart than the omnipresent Fire Element immediately repaired them.
Flame Lotus Mountain—not only was it a battleground suitable for Lie Xinxin, but it also perfectly suited the Primordial Dragon Demon!
At this moment, Mai Ertu had already taken control over a hundred miles of space, sweeping away the invaders in his domain!
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."
Mo had no time to do anything, and before he could reach Mai Ertu, his physical body couldn’t hold up and was entirely vaporized.
The familiar sensation played out once again, the Flesh Furnace and Soul Spring—both running wild!
A reverse suction pulled at Ye Hanjun, viewing him as a backup energy reserve, greedily drawing from him, wildly devouring.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
Ten seconds later, Mo’s flesh was remade, his bloodshot eyes engorged beyond the capacity of his body, and with a pop, they exploded.
The curse-laden demon blood instantly contaminated the land.
Wherever it passed, the foul-smelling black wind mercilessly extinguished the burning flames.
Mai Ertu’s pupils contracted slightly; this was his domain, so why had a Law Vacuum Zone appeared?
Why couldn’t the Flame of Rage reignite where the demon blood had splashed?
Such thoughts flickered in his mind, but because of the loss of his rationality, he was forced to abandon deeper contemplation.
He continued his assault, if one Fire Dragon Fist was not enough, then he would use the stronger "Fire Elephant Palm."
If the Fire Elephant Palm was still insufficient, then he would unleash "Flame Dragon’s Breath."
Suddenly, on the summit of Lotus Mountain, a Twelve-Petaled Glowing Fire Lotus slowly blossomed.
The nearby Fire Element was excessively dense, and the environmentally induced visions also burst forth.
"It hurts so much... going to die from pain again..."
"So happy... so joyful... so exhilarating..."
Mo died five times in a row, and the energy stored in the Flesh Furnace and Soul Spring was on the brink of exhaustion.
Ye Hanjun frowned, realizing his attack rhythm had to change.
If Mo lost external energy support once more, it would need a prolonged time to slowly revive.