The sky was supposed to be sunny on a summer afternoon, but it was covered in darkness.

It wasn't what Artevans did, but he was facing more than fifty high-ranking dark dragons at this time, including forty wyverns.

The massive bodies of the forty-headed wyverns, combined with the eclipse flames emanating from them, covered the sky with hardly a ray of sunlight penetrating it. Moreover, more than a dozen war dragons crawling on the ground surrounded Atelvans, leaving Atellans with no space to escape.

These dark dragons are all under the command of the Dark Dragon King Prader, and each of them has not low wisdom and strong strength. However, despite facing the strongest combat power of the dark dragon, Artevans did not feel nervous.

In this world, it is not possible to win by simply suppressing numbers.

The combined strength of these more than fifty dark dragons is already more than three times the strength of Artfans, but in the final analysis, what Artevans really needs to care about is only Prad as the leader, and the other dark dragons, the strongest one is estimated to not be able to withstand Artfans's three moves.

However, Artevans also knew very well that although he could destroy most of the dark dragons in front of him in an instant, he had to be more cautious because of Prad's existence.

"Is this all the power of your dark dragon?" With a grimace, Artevans looked around him and said in a disdainful tone. At least, in terms of momentum, Artevans can't afford to fall behind.

"I can sense that you're strong, but you'd be naïve to think that you could easily get away with so many of my men." Prad said to Attévance in a tone full of majesty, "However, I can give you one more chance, Demon King Artevans, if you apologize to all the dark dragons here and leave, I can no longer hold you accountable."

"But......" Prad let out a low roar, and the momentum on his body rose a little, "If you still choose to be obsessed, then all that awaits you is death."

Hearing Prader's words, Atlance sneered.

The arrogance of the dragon clan, Artevans can be regarded as completely feeling, but this is not arrogance in Artfans's opinion, but conceit.

"Since you said so......," Artevans said, turning it on, unwrapping the bandages as he untied the wrapping bandages, "If you hadn't summoned these dark dragons, I'm afraid I would have been able to negotiate with you patiently in a friendly tone, but now that things have come to this, then I have to change my mind, and I decided to be more direct."

"Dark Dragon King Prad, I, Atfans Black Berans, the king of the demons, whether you agree or disagree today, the dark dragon will be controlled by me!"

With that, a black mist erupted from Artevan's body, which quickly spread outward.

A thick black fog raged through, enveloping everything around it in darkness.

As soon as Artevans came up, he used eighty percent of his strength, and the black mist that erupted eroded the bodies of all the dark dragons around him, making them miserable, but not letting them die.

In an instant, more than forty dark dragons lost their ability to fight.

Seeing this scene, Prad's eyes widened, although it thought that Artevans was very strong, it did not expect that Artevans would defeat most of its men with just one blow.

The Dark Dragon itself is a beast that controls the power of darkness and fire, and each of its bodies is covered with Flames, which not only allow the Dark Dragon to deal more damage when attacking, but also protect the Dark Dragon itself, reducing the damage from the flames and the erosion of darkness by half.

Atfans' blow was completely beyond Prad's expectations, and it now even felt that Atfans' strength was very likely to be above it.

"Chief, what should I do?" A dark dragon flying beside Prad immediately asked.

Now, only Prad and his strongest men were not affected by this black mist, and the other dark dragons were no longer able to fight.

"I want to uphold the dignity of the dragons!" Prad roared, showing off all of his strength, and the shockwave that erupted dispersed the black mist released by Artevans.

Seeing Prad in battle, Atfans smiled and said to Prad, "Let's have a fight, and if you win, then I'll get out of here." But if you fail, you have to admit that the dark dragon will be under my control!'

"Deal!" Without hesitation, Prad agreed.

Receiving a clear response from Prad, Artevans nodded in satisfaction, snapped his fingers, and unfurled a dark barrier, blocking all the other dark dragons except Prad.

This move was created by Artevans to imitate the moves of the Divine Heirs, and the effect of this dark barrier is almost indistinguishable from the power of the oracle to the dark power that belongs to Artfans, except for the energy used to release the move.

The dark dragons who were blocked out of the barrier had no way to see what was happening inside the barrier, and they could only wait for the moment when the results of the battle between Artevans and Prad were revealed.

"This is our battlefield, please......" Atfans spread his hands, signaling that Prad could attack at any time. However, at this time, Prad did not know that it had entered the trap of Atfans, and the outcome of this battle was obvious to Atfans.

If Prad didn't choose to go one-on-one with Artevans because of the arrogance of the dragons, but launched an attack on Artevans with all the remaining dark dragons who still had the ability to fight, then it would definitely be Artevans who fell into passivity.

Although the number can't decide everything, the difference in strength between Prad and Atfans is actually not too big, and the strength gap between the remaining dark dragons and Atfans is not more than three times. At a time when the difference in strength of each individual is less than three times, numerical suppression does have an effect.

It's just that Prad is just a dragon after all, and no matter how high his intelligence is, he will never be able to compare to the real intelligent race. From the moment Prad chose and Atvance went head-to-head, Atlvans had succeeded.

However, Prad, who was still in the dark at this time, was preparing to fight Atfans to the death.

"I'll show you how thick you really are, and I'll show you what real darkness is!"

This was the last thing Prad said to Atfans with his mind, and then he severed the mental connection with Atfans and launched an attack.

Prad roared in the sky, and a gray magic circle appeared at the top of the barrier, and fireballs mixed with black lightning fell from the magic circle one after another, striking the ground seamlessly.

Prad is a wyvern among the dark dragons, and he thinks he can use this advantage to distance himself from Atlvans, leaving him passive.

However, it miscalculated.

Artevans lifted, opened his palm, and mobilized the dark energy in his body, forming a purple vortex above his palm. The falling fireballs seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, converging towards the vortex that had unfolded in Artevans.

Every fireball was instantly absorbed by the vortex after touching the purple vortex, without exception. Soon, Prad's move was completely absorbed by Atfans, and all the energy it injected into the magic circle became Atfans's nourishment.

"What you just said made me suddenly feel a little displeased." Atfans looked up at Prad flying in mid-air with an extremely cold and gloomy gaze, his eyes revealing a suffocating killing intent, "I don't know how thick the sky is, but you. What is true darkness? Hehehe...... I should have said that to you!'

With that, Artevans withdrew the purple vortex, slapped his left hand to the ground, and whispered, "All creatures that can wield the power of darkness are subject to me......

As soon as he finished speaking, Prad felt that his body suddenly became so heavy that he couldn't even flap his wings, as if a force was dragging him to the ground.

Prad struggled to fend off the pressure, but in the face of Artevans' stronger strength, he failed and was forced to fall to the canvas with a difficult movement.

"Death or obedience, choose one...... "Atfans held out his hand, condensed a black ball, and aimed it at Prader.

Although this black ball is far from the power of the black ball that Artevans condensed when he fought with Soreen before, with the power of this black ball, it is still easy to seriously injure Prad.

Prad naturally felt the amazing energy contained in the black ball in the palm of Atfans' hand, and it knew very well that if he was hit by this trick, even if he didn't die, he would only have half a life left. However, the arrogant dignity of the dragon still made Prad unable to let go of his body and willingly obey Artfans, and he decided to give it a go, and reluctantly opened his mouth, condensing a ball of eclipse flames the size of Artfans's black ball.

Seeing that Prad was "obsessed", Artevans shook his head helplessly, "It seems that you have chosen death."

With that, Artevans launched the black ball. Prad also launched the eclipse ball that had condensed in his mouth.

When Atfans' black ball collided with Prader's Flame Eclipse Ball, the Black Ball immediately engulfed the Flame Eclipse Ball and became larger, heading straight for Prader.

Prad tried to run away, but found that he couldn't move. At some point, a number of bloody claws appeared beside him, binding it firmly to the ground.

The black ball struck Prader, and the powerful dark power corroded its body, unable to resist even the eclipse flames, and a loud and miserable roar echoed through the barrier.

After a minute, Artevans felt that it was almost enough, and dispelled the dark energy that remained on Prader's body, and at the same time lifted the barrier.

Glancing at Prad, who had lost his ability to fight, and then looking around at the dark dragons around him, Atfans sneered, raised his voice, and said loudly, "The Dark Dragon King has been defeated in my hands, and the Dark Dragon will be controlled by me, the Demon King Artevan!"

(End of chapter)