Huron, who lost his elemental power again, lost the capital to fly, and fell straight down from the sky holding Baas, and then he understood that he had lost, and he had lost so casually and completely, and the fog dragon could completely lose the ability to resist with his mouth, this sense of powerlessness, this feeling of not being able to fight against it.

Like, too much like that.

Compared to Master's unrivaled strength, it was simply the other extreme.

If Gin is powerless with his unreasonable body, then this fog dragon is unable to resist with his extremely strong control over the fire element.

Looking at the ground close at hand, Huron closed his eyes reluctantly.

It's over, is it over here, no, it shouldn't be, why?

Damn it!

This is what Huron wants to scold the most now.

Why have I been being hung and beaten by others since the seal was lifted, why!

"Because... You're too... Pure. A voice rang out in Huron's head.

It's the fog dragon.

The uncomfortable sound made Huron open his eyes again.

In Huron's vision, everything around him slowed down, and his falling body corresponded to the rising fog dragon, and he could even note the pattern of the whisker's swing.

"Am I too pure? What do you mean? Huron questioned, purely, a word that had only been seen in books since his birth, and had never been uttered to him.

The fog dragon shook his head.

"No, it's more than that... You, I'm in... Say all... The Vision... The master is as pure as you are, now... People... In the Seven Gods... under the control of... I became weak, and in that... The so-called ruling is still a thousand years later! ”

At the first moment of reading the last paragraph, the stammering style of the fog dragon became clear.

The slowing scenery around them returned to normal in the next moment, and a strong air current enveloped the two of them with red smoke.

Like a big hand, he protected Huron and Baras from landing safely.

The smoke cleared.

Huron's first sight was not of a white ground, but

A huge claw, as bright as a red crystal, radiated and exuded unbearable heat, and Huron's cheeks flushed.

Huron slowly looked up, wanting to see the owner of the paw.

"Get on your knees!" The voice of the fog dragon sounded again, but this time it didn't appear directly in his mind, but actually came to his ears.

There seemed to be infinite coercion in those words, pressing Huron to prevent him from raising his head, and even his legs bent down involuntarily.

This guy! I really want to give myself a dismount! A flame of resistance ignited in Huron's heart, even if you look like the master again, you are not him, no matter how strong you are, I will not be convinced.

"I don't kneel except my parents and master!"

As soon as these words came out, the coercion from the top of the head more than doubled again.

"Just ants, dare to speak wild words to me?"

The tremendous pressure caused Huron's forehead to burst out, his mouth to turn blue, and his eyes to be bloodshot.

The field of vision became extremely blurry, and his legs seemed to become 6 pairs, and they kept shaking.

He felt a rush of heat in his chest, and his throat was sweet, just as he was about to give up and collapse.

"Enough..."

A very ethereal male voice made this incomparably stressed.

"You've had enough, Fire Dragon King, isn't it a little too self-conscious to imagine a remnant soul still imagining a thousand years ago to show off his might to humans?"

"Hush." With the disdain of the fog dragon, the mountain-like coercion on Huron's body was instantly retracted.

Huron, who was completely unprepared, fell directly to the ground in embarrassment, his face and neck were covered with blood spitting out of his mouth.

The moment he closed his eyes, he saw the owner of the dragon's claw.

The giant caracal on the top of his head is curved and hooked, and he is dressed in glass-colored burning scale armor, his mouth is like Qiongshan rock, and the flame in his mouth is like red blood.

Monsters, real monsters.

This was Huron's last thought before he fainted.

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"The little one fainted too, and it's our time next." Beside Huron, Baras, who was supposed to faint, slowly stood up.

He was the owner of the male voice, but at this time he didn't seem to be the same person before.

There was an air of maturity on his body, and if Huron was awake, he might be able to smell a hint of herbs from him.

His eyes glowed with a faint cyan streamer, and the ends of his hair shimmered with a cyan glow as if they had been highlighted.

"Baras, it's really time for you to appear, I thought you were gone, but I didn't expect you to be so ghostly." The huge "Fire Dragon King" snorted, and his words were full of dissatisfaction.

"Heh, it's just that I'm more cautious, I just don't want to see someone who doesn't do anything when they get something."

A gleam in Baras' eyes.

The tone became harsh.

"If I don't wake up, are you ready to break your promise?!"

As soon as these words came out, a cyan streamer suddenly became agitated in the belly of the "Fire Dragon King", and the face of the "Fire Dragon King" became difficult to see.

"Roar!! A roar of rage resounded through the space.

"Baras, you damned ant! How dare you tease me?! The Fire Dragon King roared angrily, and the boiling heat slammed into Baras's face.

But the boy's face did not change in the slightest.

"We agreed before, my memory and time will be exchanged for you to help us leave, do you really want to break the contract?"

The Fire Dragon King couldn't bear the severe pain in his abdomen, and the huge flame claws clawed against the ground, and the terrifying force and the heat flow covering it even grabbed a deep claw print in this space.

Beneath the pure white space is an endless starry sky.

Just spitting out that stream of light can end the current predicament, but he can't, he doesn't dare.

His soul has been lingering for a thousand years, and at this time it is close to the end of the strong crossbow, and it will disappear completely in a few years, he is unwilling, how can he forget the pain of being crucified to the earth?

How can a millennia of hatred end here?

So he wants to live, even if it's in such an unbearable state.

So he made a pact with the young man in front of him, using the young man's memories and the remaining time to connect his soul, so that he could still live for decades, in exchange, he wanted to tear open the rift in this space, so that these two people could return to the world.

That's the deal between them.

The boy waved his fingers, and the blue light in his abdomen stopped agitated.

The Fire Dragon King gasped in embarrassment.

At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had just now, and he couldn't resist the torture from his soul.

A few minutes later, the "Fire Dragon King" finally recovered, and the majestic flames on his body were rekindled.

He knew that if he killed the soul of the young man in front of him, he would gain nothing.

So I can only vent my anger on this pure white space that is absolutely dead for mortals.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

Turn around with a claw.

A huge horizontal crack appeared, and behind that crack was a dazzling white light.