“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Dragon Breath Bombs exploded on the ground one after another.
Their battlefield was no longer confined to this little area— it had long since shifted to the vast plains nearby, where they were now locked in a life-or-death struggle.
Now that they were in the wide open outdoors, Orange Sea Dream dropped all pretenses.
She unfurled her dragon wings and soared into the sky, transforming into a bomber as she pursued Heiqi Long, relentlessly hurling Dragon Breath Bombs and securing an invincible position.
Everyone knew Heiqi Long’s close-combat skills were formidable—she could even suppress a humanoid Red Dragon.
So, if she wanted to accuse Orange Sea Dream of cheating, too bad!
Blackie bounced about like a flea under the barrage, unable to counterattack for the moment.
The situation here was completely opposite from the other side, where White Feather Dove was fighting the Dragon Maid.
Orange Sea Dream and Heiqi Long had crossed blades before, so Honglong Haomeng already had a decent grasp of Blackie’s combat strength and special abilities, allowing her to strategize accordingly.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The terrifying bombardment of Dragon Breath Bombs blasted the ground into a pitted wasteland.
Crimson dragon flames devoured and incinerated everything except the rocks, turning what was once a decent plain into a hellish sea of fire.
Blackie could only take the hits—her Magic Rabbit Dragon Scale Armor was tough enough, or she would have been blown to pieces by now.
From their previous fight, Orange Sea Dream knew the characteristics of Heiqi Long’s Dragon Scale Armor.
Although it could resist fire-breathing dragon attacks, it actually relied on dispersing energy to offset magical assaults.
The key to dealing with Blackie was relentless, unceasing attacks—and Red Dragon Haomeng was more than capable.
Among the Ancient Dragons, the Red Dragon was the most adept at unleashing streams of dragon breath magic.
Although Red Dragons didn’t have as many bizarre features as those oddball Ancient Dragons, they were undoubtedly the most renowned and orthodox among them—certainly not lacking in ability.
If this kept up, Blackie was in serious trouble; she’d be roasted alive.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
But just at the critical moment, a million streams of Moonlight Sword Qi shot skyward, heading straight for Orange Sea Dream.
Orange Sea Dream was forced to halt her attack, wrapping her wings forward to shield herself.
Blazing dragon flames erupted on her wings, easily deflecting all the Moonlight Sword Qi.
No matter how many came, it was useless—they couldn’t even scratch her defense.
The dragon flames covering her wings functioned as a type of Magical Barrier—to be precise, an Enchanted Shield—far sturdier than any ordinary Magical Barrier.
“……” Orange Sea Dream cast a cold, sharp glance at the old woman, her face full of annoyance.
She’d been just a hair’s breadth away from finishing off the traitor Blackie.
Qingshamu stood upon the Xukong Yueguang Fazhen, floating in midair to avoid the scorched earth below.
Only like this did she have the qualifications to step onto the battlefield of Ancient Dragons.
But don’t be fooled by her current impressive appearance—this ability consumed an enormous amount of magic, and was basically brute-force flight.
In terms of agility, she couldn’t compare to a Red Dragon with wings.
But that’s just what a Hero is—each time, they barely manage to get on stage, yet always bring a glimmer of hope for a comeback.
Qingshamu still had a bit of Fangkong Nengli, constantly firing sword qi into the air to harass Orange Sea Dream, preventing the Red Dragon from freely unleashing streams of Dragon Breath Bombs.
“False demon! Do you really think you can defeat me? Today, you will die without a doubt!”
Orange Sea Dream laughed loudly, and two more small wings burst from her back, transforming her into the strongest four-winged dragon woman in her human form.
She began weaving through the air, her newly grown wings greatly enhancing her agility.
She could now perform all sorts of tricky maneuvers midair, showing off her absolute dominance.
Remote-controlled magic flying swords simply couldn’t keep up with her speed.
From time to time, she would hurl out explosive Dragon Breath Bombs, tracing beautiful arcs through the sky before exploding near Qingshamu, sending waves of scorching shockwaves her way.
Now, it wasn’t just the ground—the sky itself was full of smoke and flames. There was no longer a single safe place.
Qingshamu could only go all out, activating the An Yue Mo Dun to defend herself.
But a Magical Barrier didn’t have the magic immunity of Dragon Scale Armor—blocking the attacks was extremely taxing and drained her magic rapidly.
Floating in midair was already a magic-draining brute-force technique, leaving the Hero with barely any magic reserves.
She simply didn’t have enough to drag things out with a Red Dragon who could spit endless streams of fire.
Half a round in and she was already in dire straits—she had to find a way to turn the tables!
But that was the Hero’s passive skill: unless she was cornered, she never fought at her best.
Yet in our world, Heroes were a little different—she was the type who wouldn’t fight at her best unless her teammates were in danger.
“Crack! Crack!”
Orange Sea Dream’s ears twitched, suddenly catching an ominous sound. Her reaction was lightning fast, but still half a beat too slow.
She snapped her head around and saw that Blackie, whom she’d only stopped bombing for a few seconds, had already recovered completely, neutralizing all the Dragon Breath energy from earlier.
Blackie had entered her second form, her appearance becoming even more like a little demonic dragon, with more small dragon scales for enhanced defense.
Most importantly, new dragon blades sprouted from her knees, toes, and shoulders—now it wasn’t just her elbows that could slice; her whole body was a weapon.
And when Orange Sea Dream looked at the Black Dragon, she saw her skull slowly split open, and a sharp dragon blade shot out from inside—like a single horn.
Everything about Blackie revealed she was far from an ordinary Half-Dragon.
No half-blood should have such mutation abilities. Even true Ancient Dragons couldn’t evolve like this.
How monstrous was she? Where had this freak come from?
“Hmph, I thought you’d grown wings by now. But a chicken that runs on the ground will never be a match for me.”
But Orange Sea Dream just sneered, showing no fear that Blackie would threaten her.
As long as Blackie couldn’t step into the realm of the sky, she’d never be able to defeat her.
She raised both hands, locked onto Blackie, and fired a rapid ten-shot burst of Dragon Breath Bombs, then instantly puffed up her belly to charge power, opening her mouth wide to unleash a furious beam of dragon breath.
Dragon breath magic even had destructive combo techniques—it was terrifying. No other magical beast understood bombing better than a Red Dragon.
But what happened next stunned the Red Dragon…
Blackie started moving her hands at lightning speed, so fast she seemed to be everywhere at once, all afterimages.
On closer look, every single Dragon Breath Bomb was sliced apart by invisible blades, losing all their power and vanishing into little sparks in the air.
Even the final dragon breath beam was blocked—Blackie kicked off the ground and used her head-blade to cleave it in two, splitting it into twin fire streams.
“How… is that possible?” Orange Sea Dream’s pupils trembled, her face filled with disbelief.
Her magic attacks had been sliced apart? Her Dragon Breath Bombs didn’t even explode?
It felt like the connection to her spells had been severed.
But how could such a thing happen? What connected the caster and their spell?
It was mental energy—a spiritual link. Mental energy had no physical form, so how could it be cut?
Could it be that Blackie could see the connection between the caster and their spell, and then sever it with a single blow—nullifying the spell?
“You…!” Orange Sea Dream was smart enough to analyze it: Heiqi Long had awakened a brand-new power.
But still, how could it be? This was unheard of!
If such a thing really was possible, Blackie would be the natural enemy of every magic being in the world.
No, no, no—it couldn’t be real. Even if she could sever a spell’s connection, she could only do so with long-range spells.
As for close-range spells like Magical Barriers or magical enchantments, Blackie couldn’t cut those connections.
Their connection point was the caster herself—unless she killed the caster, there was no way to nullify the spell.
If you’d already killed the caster, what did it matter if the close-range spell was nullified?
But this raised another problem. If she couldn’t use long-range spells to bombard Blackie, did she have to manifest weapons and fight her in close combat?
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
While Orange Sea Dream was caught up in her dilemma, Qingshamu’s Moonlight Sword Qi shot forth again, but this time the magical flying swords had been strengthened and amplified—each one was incredibly sharp, forcing Orange Sea Dream to put real effort into defending herself.
“Roar!”
Just as she was distracted blocking the Moonlight Flying Swords, Blackie suddenly crouched and leapt from the ground like a cannonball, hurtling straight at Orange Sea Dream.
Orange Sea Dream couldn’t dodge in time, and was pinned down by Qingshamu, who stuck to her like a fly.
“Squelch!”
The Black Dragon’s blade stabbed straight into Orange Sea Dream’s dragon wing.
The fiery defensive coating was as fragile as paper before the dragon blade.
That was it for Orange Sea Dream—she was instantly entangled by the Black Dragon, who clung to her like a porcupine, stabbing knives into her everywhere.
“Get off me!”
Red Dragon Haomeng was forced to the edge—she raised her enormous crimson dragon fist and hammered Blackie’s head with all her might.
But Blackie’s skull was as hard as rock; instead, she opened her jaws and bit down on Orange Sea Dream’s arm.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Blackie fought without any finesse—she clamped her jaws onto Orange Sea Dream’s arm, gripped one dragon wing with her hand, and kept firing at the other dragon wing midair.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Whenever she found a chance, she’d ram her knee mercilessly into Orange Sea Dream’s chest, fighting to kill with no holding back.
It was more like a street brawl than a duel, her attacks brutal and wild.
With her dragon wing seized, Orange Sea Dream was like a little mosquito caught in a spider’s web—utterly stuck.
Even swinging her dragon claws and spraying dragon breath at point-blank range couldn’t shake Blackie off.
All of Red Dragon’s stats were useless at this moment—the enemy’s stats seemed even higher.
Meanwhile, Blackie’s assault was like a raging storm—fearless, frenzied, a merciless killing machine. If you want me dead, or my mother dead, then there was no room for any remnants of past affection between us.
Could they reconcile?
Could they really, Blackie?
Orange Sea Dream’s heart screamed for it, but her mouth was stiff, her pride refusing to let her utter such undignified words.