Ashen Dragon

Before the words fell, the Frost Giant slowly drew a tens-of-meters-long Ice Crystal Battle Axe from his waist, roaring as he swung it through the air.

"Swish—"

The gale created by the great axe, laden with snow and ice, howled between jagged glaciers, forming an incredibly terrifying blizzard that engulfed, froze, and shredded anything in its path.

In an instant, thousands of devil soldiers were swept into the dreadful snowstorm, turning into fragments of ice flying everywhere.

"Run!"

"No, no—"

"Oh Lord of Nine Prisons, this damn blizzard is too fast! There's no chance at all..."

The devils panicked, frantically flapping their wings to flee backward, yet they couldn't escape the fate of being torn apart by the blizzard.

"Koschech!" Cassius's roar caused ripples in space, as the Dragon Crystal in his chest burst forth with dazzling light, unleashing vast energy.

"Your throne will melt in my Dragonflame! The one who dies today—will be you!"

Cassius soared high into the sky, his mighty wings unfurled amidst a long howl, casting a massive shadow on the ground below.

"What terrifying spell fluctuations!"

"That's..."

The onlookers were full of amazement.

The edges of the Red Dragon's wing membrane gradually transitioned from white-brown to red, like iron heated red-hot, emitting waves of white smoke that distorted the surrounding air.

"Boom—"

The explosive sound of air bursting echoed in the sky.

Surging Dragonfire gushed out from the edges of the wings, like an extension of Cassius's wings.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of meters... that Dragonfire turned into a sea of fire burning the sky, dyeing half the sky red, blocking the icy blast released by Koschech.

The Red Dragon hovered aloft, his chest's Dragon Crystal bursting with a blazing light, rendering his form somewhat blurry, with only the outline visible within the radiant glow.

At this moment, Cassius radiated overwhelming heat, akin to a luminous celestial body, wantonly altering the surrounding environment, even unconsciously changing the nearby laws of the world.

Behind the Red Dragon, the air grew exceptionally scorching, warping, as the last moisture in the earth evaporated quickly, leaving a barren and cracked scorched earth.

The heat-loving devils were sweating profusely, and even their skin was burned; those closer saw liquid metal flowing from their iron armor.

Even Piere, who could bathe in magma, was astounded, feeling the extraordinarily rich fire element in the air, murmuring to himself.

"Is this... an Elemental Lord? Where did this greedy guy get so many strange methods!"

Piere cursed inwardly, growing even more wary of Cassius.

The devil secretly vowed that unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't tear faces with this reckless yet powerful being!

In an instant, this wasteland was split into two starkly different halves, one covered in frost and snow of the Far North, the other a scorching scorched earth.

These two worlds opposed each other, carrying incomparable power, madly expanding, about to collide.

"Boom!!"

The two terrifying forces collided, creating a sky-shattering explosion at the boundary of the forces, where flames melted frost and hot steam spread madly, rising and enveloping this wasteland.

The fierce cold wind and scorching gale converged, forming a whirlwind with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters centered on the explosion, enveloping the surrounding areas in apocalyptic horror.

Amid the shaking ground, rocks and sandstone melted instantly under high temperatures; boiling magma surged from below but quickly solidified in the cold wind, becoming black lava filled with pores, even covered with a layer of frost.

But soon, fire and ice, heat and cold alternated, and the control of this area changed hands again, frost instantly turned into white mist, rocks began to melt at high temperatures, and burning meteors fell from the sky...

Under this catastrophe, even the land was ravaged beyond recognition, let alone the many creatures upon it.

"Damn, this storm is spreading to me!"

"Not good, run!"

"Careful, those are meteors! Don't enter that steam cloud! You'll be scalded to death—"

Over a hundred players, who had just been watching the show with high spirits, fled hurriedly, screaming for help, dodging back and forth, yet still losing their lives.

In this chaotic energy flux, even spells couldn't take effect, and even using a Space Teleportation Scroll couldn't escape this terrifying storm.

From atop the Bronze Fortress wall, Swashbuckler watched with excitement at the players scrambling in the storm, laughing heartily: "Hahaha! I knew newbies would die there!

My efforts weren't in vain when I specifically mentioned in the rookie guide that there are good items to be found in the boss fight, and indeed, quite a few believed it!"

Hmm, it was purely his sadistic pleasure.

These veteran players were very experienced, having long since hidden tens of thousands of miles away, for they had witnessed thousands of players perish in the aftershocks of a Red Dragon battle.

Losing one's life for a show was simply not worth it.

And the "Newbie Guide Post" Swashbuckler posted was already cursed by thousands of players who died in the aftershocks, with no signs of stopping.

Under this scourge, not only had the nearby region fallen into disarray, but even the more distant areas were affected by the collision, with a radius of hundreds of miles, the weather and environment becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Sometimes the wind howled, snow flew; other times heat waves rolled, flowing flames sprayed. Such a disaster, if placed in the Material Plane, would be enough to destroy a small mortal kingdom.