Chapter 325: 323 Mysterious White Light_1
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Gazing at the increasingly closer Purgatory Demon Dragon, the Death Lord stretches out his intact arm, pointing at it from afar.
Dark magical energy spreads along his arm, quickly condensing into a sharp bone spear.
The spearhead is a dark green, thick and viscous substance, clearly with a deadly poison.
This magic may seem simple, but it has caused some trouble for the Golden Dragon previously.
Swish!
The bone spear, sinister and terrifying, bolts toward the Purgatory Demon Dragon, which remains unflinching.
By the time the spear has almost reached the dragon, the ck Dragon stretches out its front ws to block the spear’s path.
Crunch!
Although it appeared to be blocked by some transparent barrier, the bone spear still prated the ck Dragon’s flesh effortlessly, settling in its w.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be a fatal blow.
But Death Lord’s spell isn’t limited to the piercing damage of the bone spear. When he sees the poisonous viscous liquid of the spearhead pierce the ck Dragon’s flesh, Death Lord breathes a sigh of relief.
He has concentrated even more venom on the spear this time, its toxicity is more potent, enough to bring down an adult dragon with just a touch.
As long as this ck Dragon isn’t a Green Dragon with immunity to poisonous damage, it would probably be poisoned before reaching the Death Lord.
With this thought, the Death Lord’s mood lifts slightly.
Although his armor has suffered heavy losses, if he could get the corpse and bones of the Golden Dragon and this strange ck Dragon as spoils of war, he might not be at a loss.
And so, the time seems to be up
As for what time? Well, of course, it’s time for the ck Dragon to sumb to the venom’s effect and crash down!
As he contemted the countdown, Death Lord beats his dark wings, retreating backward.
He doesn’t want to be caught in the dragon’s final burst.
Ten? ?nine? ?three? ?two? ?one!
That should about do it, the ck Dragon should be falling now!
As this thought crosses Death Lord’s mind, he can’t help but stop his retreat, looking up to judge the ck Dragon’s condition.
But this pause leads to trouble.
What does he see?
The ck Dragon doesn’t plummet as expected, unable to bear the encroachment of the venom.
Instead, it takes advantage of Death Lord’s momentary distraction, flying above him and fiercely swiping its w downward.
There are no signs of poisoning.
Moreover, the bone spear lodged in the converging ws has long since vanished, and the wound caused by the spear has already healed unnoticed.
Dammit, what’s going on?
Before the Death Lord can react, he finds himself firmly grasped in the Purgatory Demon Dragon’s w.
Even though Death Lord’s size is impressive,pared to the Purgatory Demon Dragon clutching him, he’s still far outmatched.
Surveying his surroundings and sensing his predicament, Death Lord mutters to himself, “This scenario seems? ?familiar.”
Despite being in mortal danger, he doesn’t seem to panic.
He has been treated this way by the Golden Dragon before, so this time, it’s just a repeat performance.
Whoosh!
As the sound echoes, dark green mes ignite on Death Lord’s body and quickly spread to the Purgatory Demon Dragon.
He scoffs, convinced that the ck Dragon is, indeed, foolish.
Despite observing him for so long, the creature repeats the same mistake as the Golden Dragon.
Wait
Why does this feel eerily simr?
No, no, no! It must be his overactive imagination
Death Lord shakes his head, but when he tries to stretch and flex his wings, he realizes that the dragon’s grip isn’t loosening at all.
Even worse, the force within the dragon’s grasp grows stronger.
Damn it, this ck Dragon has an extraordinary tolerance for pain.
Could it be trying to crush him before its own w ispletely eroded by the me of Annihtion?
However, Death Lord’s fears prove unfounded.
As his thoughts race, the ck Dragon speaks.
“So, this is the so-called me of Annihtion? ”
The ck Dragon gazes with interest at the green mes dancing merrily on its w like mes of jolliness.
It quickly concludes, “Although it’s called a me, it contains no fire damage; instead, it possesses a powerful corrosive force.
No wonder even the Golden Dragon couldn’t withstand its erosion. Death Lord? ?No! Legendary Witch Demon Moray, you have indeed been masterful in the Dark Domain for such a long time!”
“Moray?”
Upon hearing this familiar name, Death Lord’s shock turns to a harsh questioning tone, “Where did you hear that name?”
Unfortunately, the ck Dragon doesn’t directly answer him, instead tightening its grip even more.
The terrifying pressure makes Death Lord’s armor emit a series of ear-piercing wails. Judging from the sheer force, this bizarre ck Dragon is much stronger than the Golden Dragon.
Damn it, isn’t this just a 30-meter-long ck Dragon?
Where did this troublesome freake from? Even when facing Spider Goddess Rose’s avatar, he didn’t feel this powerless
Thankfully, its w should be eroded by the me of Annihtion in no time.
However, when facing this ck Dragon, his ns never seem to go as hoped, and that might be the case again this time
Hastily banishing those strange thoughts from his mind, Death Lord focuses on the raging me of Annihtion.
Regardless, he needs to see the results with his own eyes to assure himself.
But one nce not only fails to reassure him but leaves him even more baffled.
Where are the mes of Annihtion?
They were just here; where did the countless mes of Annihtion go?
Death Lord stares at the ck Dragon’s w, utterly disbelieving. At this moment, the dragon’s w is smooth and gleaming, its ck scales reflecting a dazzling luster under the dawn’s faint light.
Not only are the green mes of Annihtion missing, but there’s also no sign of any corrosion on the ck Dragon’s w.
Wait, there’s something odd about the luster on the ck Dragon’s scales.
Initially, Death Lord assumes it’s just the ck Dragon’s scales reflecting light, but upon closer inspection, he can see what’s really happening.
This isn’t reflected light; it’s a white glow exuding from within the ck Dragon’s scales!