The prostrate dragon finally woke up.

It seemed to sleep comfortably, and it crawled up with a low howl, the scales on its body opening and closing like waves of wheat, and the color at the tips of the scales was blinding red in the sunlight.

Because of his remorse, Oreo didn't tell anyone about Gaia. Fearing that Atifa would repeat his mistakes, he warned Atifa several times to stay in Turin, but she ended up being sent here.

Caron didn't know all this, he only knew that Atifa had changed dramatically. In a few hours of rest, the dragon's body had grown from tens of meters to nearly a hundred, and the scales on its body were dyed with a layer of red, which looked more majestic than the original black.

"Huh."

With another low howl, the dragon visibly shrunk, eventually turning into a huddled humanoid.

Cuarón had already prepared his black trench coat from the carriage, and he walked over quickly, stopped beside Atifa, and asked in a low voice.

"Miss?"

"Hmm......"

Atifa rolled over, as if she had woken up from a big dream, and she said vaguely. "Caron?"

Cuarón turned his head and handed over the black trench coat in his hand.

"Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Atifa put on her trench coat and she got up from the ground and looked around with a confused gaze.

"Why am I here, what the hell is going on?"

Cuarón pondered for a moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're stronger, but I don't know why."

"Got stronger?"

Atifa muttered, and she slowly stretched out her right hand, and the skin in the palm of her hand cracked a slit, revealing the dark pupils below.

Caron leaned over, "Miss, your longan seems to have changed a little. ”

"It's not just a little change."

Atifa shook her head slightly, the dragon eye in her palm was not black at all, but a deep red, and just looking at it made people's scalps tingle.

She folded her right hand.

"Where's Oreo?"

"I called him with a Navoli conch, but he seems to be in trouble."

Atifa narrowed slightly.

"The Venadas in the west don't have much to resist, and I think Jessel is in a lot of chaos right now."

"It's very chaotic, but the young master has a chance to win."

"Heh, he's always like that."

Atifa pulled back her long hair, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was proud of someone.

But the smile quickly froze.

"Be careful!"

Almost as soon as the second word was uttered she transformed into a dragon, and Caron was faster than her, and he bounced off the spot and slammed his fist into the transparent sky, his fist covered with white fireworks, unlocking at least the third order.

"Boom"!

His punch clearly hit something, and the unseen foe wailed in midair, and several glassy objects fell from the air, turning into pure white and looking like dragon scales as they fell.

Atifa crouched on all fours, tilting her head to stare at the sky, and she quickly caught the trail of the enemy, then soared into the sky at a speed completely inconsistent with her massive body.

"Boom"!

With a loud bang and a wail, the two dragons soon became entangled, their claws scratching each other's terrible wounds, red and white scales dripping from the air with blood, and the dragon flames swept through the air like flamethrowers.

Caron stared carefully at the position of the other dragon, which was even larger than Atifa's size in terms of scales, which was already unimaginably large.

He chose a piece of hard soil, squatted on the ground as he closed the visor of Zelta's helmet, and rocketed out.

He aimed his foe in mid-air for the jaw and roared and threw his right fist.

"Whew!"

The scales shattered, and judging from the force coming from the palm of his hand, this punch should have been solid.

The invisible dragon wailed, the dragon's flames in its mouth came to an abrupt halt, and it struggled to push Atifa away, but Atifa obviously wouldn't just let it go, she plunged her claws into the dragon's body, and then slashed it away, white scales raining down on the ground.

"Whew!"

The wail almost turned into a scream, piercing the eardrums, but Cuarón ignored the sound and jumped to his feet again after falling to the ground.

As the dragon's wounds grew, its outline became clearer, and Caron grabbed its horns in mid-air, then jumped to its neck and slammed punch after punch at its cervical vertebrae.

The dragon's neck flailed, but Caron couldn't let go unless it threw its head out.

Atifa didn't stop attacking either, it wanted to rip open the dragon's belly and pull its entrails out of its belly.

The dragon seemed to have no strength to fight back, and it struggled, its wails echoing through the pit.

As if knowing that the struggle was fruitless, it flipped over weakly, belly up and straight to the ground.

Atifa roared angrily, it had torn open the scales of the dragon's belly, and it only needed one more claw to pull its intestines out, but it suddenly stopped, and the scales stood up like a fried cat.

"Whew!"

It let out a sudden scream, and then quickly flapped its wings, and it sensed the location of the source of the danger, which was above its head!

"Damn it!"

Caron roared and threw a punch, and the dragon's neck trembled again, its almost invisible scales seemed to lose their effectiveness, white scales spreading from the wound, and Caron finally saw the dragon in its entirety.

I still underestimated the size of this giant dragon, which was at least two hundred meters long, and spread its wings like a white mountain. The scales, which were completely different from ordinary dragons, were brushed to the surface of the body, each scale was engraved with magic lines, and the pale blue magic stream was constantly flickering like electricity.

Under the daylight, the pure light elements combined into a huge execution sword had taken shape, descending from the sky with unrivaled power.

After fighting with the difficult black mage in Nangomont City for most of the day, the demon dragon almost exhausted the magic power of its whole body, and before it could fully recover, the other dragon eye matured again, and it wanted to wait for itself to fully recover before going to Turin to retrieve the dragon eye, but the black mage was too powerful, and it could only seize the opportunity to regain the dragon eye now.

To this end, it does not hesitate to fight with its weak flesh, so as to buy time for the dragon magic brewing in the air!

"Miss Atifa!"

Caron roared as he watched the execution sword fall from the sky.

He grabbed the dragon's scales with all his might, and his entire body made a piercing buzzing sound, and all the clothes on his body burned, revealing the blinding white Venada steel, and he had entered the fourth order.

He roared and jumped with all his might, and the white dragon was overthrown by the force, its body bent inward like chopsticks, and then spun and fell towards the bottom of the pit.

Atifa had already sensed the danger coming, and she rushed left and right in place, but she couldn't get out of the pale execution sword, and the two were about to collide.

Cuaron threw the strongest punch of his life at Atifa, the air nearby being stabbed open by the fist wind, and his fist slammed into Atifa's massive body with a screech.

"Bang"!

The dragon let out a wail, and its entire body was dented inward by the punch, its scales flying like fallen leaves, and its entrails shattered. However, its trajectory was finally forcibly changed by this punch, and it was surveyed by the execution sword.

With just a slight stroke, the flesh and blood of Atifa's right flank were taken away by the execution sword, like the ink of a pencil being easily wiped off the paper by an eraser, and he fell to the ground with a wail.

Just when Caron thought that this was the end, a brilliant white light suddenly erupted from Atifa's wound, and the light elements scattered on the execution sword continued to erode inward, it unstoppably sliced through the muscles, the thick blood vessels were exposed, and blood spewed out like a runaway fire hydrant, and those remaining light elements almost cut Atifa in half.

"Miss Atifa!"

Cuarón gasped, he was just a steel spirit, he couldn't turn it all around, he could only turn his gaze to the source of the evil that caused it.

"Damn."

He muttered Atifa's mantra and walked into the pit.

The white dragon had already crawled up, and it flicked its head and wings in an attempt to shake off the black magic oil that was sticking to its body. The scales on its body had been shattered in half, and blood was pouring out of its body like a waterfall, as if it were covered in red armor.

"Damn it!"

Caron roared and leaped to his feet, and the earth could not withstand the force of his leap, and it was sunk like snow.

He aimed at the wound of the white dragon in mid-air, and then pulled out the blade that was stuck in the side of his thigh, the Ikra saber that had not been unsheathed in over a hundred years.

The moment the saber came out of its sheath, it was filled with a halo of color, this old Venada steel could not be completely burned, but this was exactly what Caron needed, because his speed would skyrocket to the limit, he didn't need Venada steel to provide energy, he just needed a burning stick that could withstand the heat!

A piercing scream sounded at a certain moment, like a death knell for the white dragon, Caron roared and raised his right hand, the saber in his hand drew a five-meter-long white trajectory in the air, and he was going to cut this white dragon in two!

As if sensing the coming of death, the white dragon twisted its body left and right in the air, as if doing a strange dance, and finally curled up in a ball, apparently trying to use its body to carry the knife.

"Die!"

With a single slash, Caron's brilliant white light erupted at the place where the two of them were fighting, and the surging sword qi rose against the storm and went straight into the deep pit.

Before the sword qi came, the magic oil at the bottom was crushed to the ground by the huge wind, and with this knife slashing, dozens of meters of black waves stirred up at the bottom of the deep pit, spreading from the southeast to the northwest, and this was only the aftermath of this knife.

In the direction where the saber was cut head-on, the earth was cut in half like a watermelon, and the ten-meter-wide crack spread endlessly into the distance, quickly exceeding the limit of sight, making people suspect that it would spread to the end of the continent.

Cuarón withdrew his gaze and looked back in the direction of Atifa.

Because he was cut off with the knife just now.

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