Is this the end of it?" Acupuncture Mosaige watched in amazement at what was happening on the field.

The stupid, arrogant human gladiator was completely engulfed by the primeval white dragon's breath attack, and there was no trace of it. After engulfing the humans, the powerful breath slammed into the dark red barrier, spreading in all directions along the barrier, covering most of the arena with a layer of ice shells that reflected crystal light, obstructing the vision of many people.

The power of that breath was far from comparable to that of a half-dragon warrior, and Seg believed that without the barrier, a large number of demons, including himself, would have died in the silver-white frost.

The human gladiator was only lightly burned by the flame spit of the half-dragon, and then he was seriously injured, let alone the current situation of a direct frontal hit?

Saige couldn't think of any chance that the guy would survive.

Had all my long wait and endurance been in vain?, he clenched his fists, sharp claws stabbing into his palms. I kept gathering information about my opponent, hiding and cleaning up the mess for that idiot, trying to fulfill almost all of his requests, and answering his foolish questions from time to time, just so that he could win, but......

"Hey, weird little guy, what the hell are you?" a burst of light-hearted words interrupted Seg's irritable thoughts. He looked over and found that it was the human mage next to him teasing a deformed infernorat in his hand.

The inferno rat was grabbed by the mage and carried in the air, its small claws fluttering helplessly back and forth, its expression silly and stupid, just like his dead master, the needle demon scolded in his heart.

"Don't you worry about your friend's well-being at all?" he asked the mage, "and it seems that your relationship is not very good. His tone was full of sarcasm, "If you want me to say, you didn't actually come to save him, but to see him die." ”

"Worried, hmph, why worry about a person who is alive and well?" the mage casually threw the purgatory rat to the recovered little devil next to him, and looked at Saige indifferently, "I don't see anything to worry about. ”

The stupid little devil caught the purgatory rat in a panic with both hands, and staggered in the air, looking overwhelmed.

Even if he was a mage, he was still a hopeless fool. "Didn't you see what happened on the field? That friend of yours is dead in the dragon's breath. ”

"I only saw him hit, I didn't see him die. The mage said indifferently.

"I don't see it either. The devil's companion crouched on the side said.

It's all a bunch of brainless idiots, all of them!!saige suppressed the anger in his heart, "Very good, then you can watch slowly." He began to think about the next steps, how he could get back into his hands the promotions that had been lost.

Just as he was already ignoring the situation on the field, the dark red barrier suddenly began to shine, a little brighter than before. Immediately after, the ice crystals attached to the barrier slowly receded, and the scene above the yellow sand became clear again.

"Dragon's breath has stopped, look, Barrett is dead!!" Seg exclaimed as he heard his fellow devil exclaim.

Ignorant fellow, I guessed it a long time ago!, Seg despised in his heart. There was no way that human gladiator would survive the frontal attack of Dragon's Breath. He should first block with his shield, then try to dodge with his agile body, and wait until the dragon's breath is over before finding an opportunity to attack in close quarters.

The most important thing to fight the Ancient Dragon is patience and caution, your attacks may not do much damage to it, but its attacks will easily kill you on the spot.

"Look, Barrett is rushing towards the white dragon again!" shouted his fellow devil.

"Are you stupid?" Saige couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, "That guy is dead, how can he still ......" The needle prick demon was speechless again, he actually saw an agile figure running a dragon at a speed. More importantly, the moving figure was indeed a dead man.

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Barrett's Chimera's leather armor had become tattered in the terrifying dragon's breath, and a large number of shards would fall with each step, gradually unable to hide his body.

However, the barbarian who turned on the form of the Death Knight did not suffer much damage in the dragon's breath, and the frost and cold mist brought by the dragon's breath were not only unaffected, but also had a certain concealment effect, so that he would not fight naked.

The body of the primeval white dragon in front of him was much larger than Barrett had imagined, and even several laps larger than the black dragon he had encountered in the Nameless Realm. Of course, if you want to compare it to the zombie dragon encountered in the negative energy plane, it is still a lot worse.

Isn't it because the white dragon is the smallest of the pure-blooded dragon creatures, why is it bigger than the 'corruptor of all things' Serry Rios, who is also an ancient dragon? Is it because the white dragon in front of him is extremely talented, or because the black dragon was chained in the first place to limit the growth of the body? Barrett has no way of knowing.

He dodged the dragon's bite, the 'Tyrannical Touch' in his hand slashing across the other man's cheek. The most famous tyrant's saber of the ages left a deep mark on the hard dragon scales, but such a small wound was nothing to the dragon.

Barrett knew he had to jump on the dragon to defeat him, just like he had defeated the black dragon Serio Rios. However, how to climb onto the dragon's back is a problem to be solved.

After the bite, the dragon claws of the 'Death Frost' followed indiscriminately, sweeping diagonally with the sound of the howling wind. Barrett couldn't dodge, so he could only choose to raise his arms high and resist with his sword.

The tremendous force that was enough to smash the rock poured into the brute's body, causing him to involuntarily fall to his knees. But the primeval white dragon wasn't having a good time, and the Tyrannical Touch and twin swords stabbed directly into the heart of its claws, which lacked the protection of large dragon scales. The former, in particular, was submerged in the entire blade up to the hilt and pierced through the back of the dragon's claws.

Death Frost let out a roar of rage, and the injured left paw slammed Barrett aside. It then raised its left claw high and tried to throw the piercing sword out in the same way, but the latter stubbornly leaned on it, refusing to come down, so that its wounded claw did not dare to fall to the ground.

After rolling twice on the frozen sand, our barbarian gladiator stood up and rushed towards the white dragon again. If he was in human form, even if he could resist that claw blow, his muscles would definitely tremble, causing him to be unable to move for a short time. However, the Death Knight form is not so particular, as long as the bones are not broken and the joints are constantly moving.

There is no way, the dead are more resistant to ravages than the living.

At this time, only one twin sword remained in the barbarian's hand, and the other tyrant sword remained in the dragon's claws. The rest of the weapons were shattered with the leather armor and fell along the way.

Barrett spun in circles to avoid the dragon's bite, slashing at any part of the body with his twin swords, and looking for an opportunity to crawl onto the other.

It's no wonder that the barbarian brings so many weapons, because normal weapons can't infuse the power of frost, and the death knight sword who can use the power of frost has a relatively average quality, and there is no problem in dealing with other monsters, but it is a little difficult for the brothers to break the scales of the dragon.

The role of the shield 'Metal Poetry' needs not be repeated, as for the resonant tomahawk, it is to deal with the situation at hand.

The sharp sword pierced in the left claw has a great effect on the white dragon's attack and movement. After several unsuccessful attacks, he spread his wings behind his back and flew into the air with a slight shock.

The dragon's body kept upwards, repeatedly striking the dark red barrier, but it only caused ripples like ripples of water. The white dragon hovered in mid-air, hissing at the barrier unwillingly, and then turned his head to focus on Barrett again.

Our barbarian gladiator, on the other hand, scurried down the road from which he came, searching for the resonant tomahawk that had fallen to the ground.

And just when he found the resonant tomahawk and wanted to run over to pick it up, there was a crisp female voice behind him inexplicably, "It's finally out, it's good." Hey, who are you, do you need my help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a holy light shrouded him.

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