Chapter 331: Fire Wings Descending from the Heavens
Above the vast sky, a clear and beautiful phoenix cry sounded like exquisite jade being played. Instantly, golden fireworks ignited all the roaring, strong wind sounds. The gorgeous, scorching gold colors in the blazing flame storm slashed down like flaming sword edges!
The descending flames seemed to incinerate all traces of space, instantly descending from hundreds of meters in the sky to the ground. The burning, brilliant gold light clashed with the magical attack that the mage rapidly summoned.
“Boom!”
All elemental traces in front of Ophi’s dragon body were ignited by the flames. Following this roar, extreme high-temperature power was released, melting the bricks and stones on the ground, erupting with terrifying might, and directly blasting away the white-robed figure who was attempting to kill in front of the dragon!
“Phoenix Fire Wings! Don’t give her a chance, kill this dragon first!”
The white-robed mage grabbed his staff, blocking the torrent of flame light pouring down like a storm. The other palm condensed with magic power, and magic array patterns quickly formed, preparing to overpower the blazing flames and kill the Frost Giant Dragon.
Suddenly, a slender figure plummeted rapidly under gravity. She stepped on the ground, and the ground, scorched by the blazing flames, cracked under her feet. Her silver-white hair was dyed in the brilliant gold flames. She grabbed a dark, demonic long sword with her right hand and swung it forward!
The spell the white-robed mage was chanting was instantly cut off. The blood-red gem on the young girl’s sword shimmered, and the dark black color quickly faded. On the slender and elegant blade edge, a dangerous and bloody bright red color emerged, heavily striking the staff the opponent was moving to block with.
Crimson sword qi repelled several figures trying to advance in the surroundings. The demonic blood light corroded the power of the spell. The next moment, the sound of shattering metal was heard. The sword blade, like viscous blood flowing, instantly cut through the dense spell, splitting the mage’s magical staff!
“Vampire!”
The blood-stained long sword severed a strand of the opponent’s white robe. Suddenly, the mage roared, raising his hand to release a blinding white light. A burning pain was felt, causing Flarn’s sword-wielding action to falter involuntarily. Surprise appeared in her delicate little face, as beautiful as a painting, with eyes like bright red rubies.
Taking advantage of this moment of pause, the white-robed mage blocked the corrosive blood light from “Cold Light” and retreated to evade.
On the other side, also a white-robed bard, he finally nullified Flarn’s sword qi. With his right hand, he grabbed a long bow, and the condensed arrow accumulated terrifying power, almost annihilating the surrounding burning flames. With a crisp “bang,” it shot towards Flarn, who was burned by the spell!
The space the arrow traversed was shattered by the terrifying power, and its speed was almost impossible to react to. An arrow made of mithril, attached with a curse and shimmering with dark black light, was shot towards the Blood Race Girl’s heart.
However, at this moment, a dazzling, gorgeous figure of scorching gold and red flashed by. Beautiful, slender feathers burned with crimson flames. Immediately, the golden blazing flames of the Phoenix Fire Wings poured down onto the ground with her movement!
“Boom!”
Golden blazing flames, far more intense than before, instantly filled the entire space. Scorching flames burned any substance in the air. The licks of flame in the turbulent waves ravaged the ground. The extreme high temperature, even before getting close, melted the dark arrow shot at Flarn into molten iron and then evaporated it!
Like a tsunami, fierce flame waves surged, a vast prestige striking the enemies, making it impossible for them to organize any possible attacks. The blazing flame storm lasted for several seconds before gradually subsiding.
“Sister.”
Flarn touched her palm, burned by the blinding white light. The burning pain made her frown. Then, she raised her head and softly called out to the girl emerging from the flames.
“Flarn, are you alright?”
A crisp girl’s voice echoed in the air, agitated with blazing flames and scorched heat. The girl with gilded long hair stepped in her little boots onto the ground that had been melted by flames. Verafia first looked back at the Frost Giant Dragon pinned to the ground behind her. Seeing that it was not in danger of life, she turned her head to ask the silver-haired girl.
“Hmm, Sister, I’m fine.” Flarn’s expression seemed hesitant, but she still shook her head.
Ig, who had been thrown off Verafia’s wing earlier, also arrived.
“Little Fei, how are you!”
The young man’s azure blue eyes were full of anxiety, his palm touching her dragon scales, which were as beautiful and lustrous as gems but now covered with wounds and blood.
Ophi gently moved her dragon head to indicate to him that she was fine.
Ig looked at the iron chains binding the girl’s dragon body. Small blade pieces had cut into her flesh, and crystal-clear dragon blood flowed like a stream. Uncontrollable anger surged in his chest.
“A dragon, and vampires, phoenixes, even the remaining humans are the Marquis’s son…”
A low, hoarse voice came from the white-robed mage.
The scorching flame colors in the air had gradually faded. Verafia lightly tilted her delicate face, looking at the white-robed figures standing together, suppressing their injuries and showing powerful magical fluctuations once again.
“Hmph, not quite. But, you guys, even though this little ice dragon is an idiot, we won’t let you bully her like this!”
The girl tilted her head slightly, her scorching gold big eyes rolling again, her little face showing a hint of confusion: “Hmm. But, with your outfits, you’re definitely not good guys. Speak up, what’s your background…”
The white-robed mage suddenly raised his staff, and a vast stream of magic power instantly formed a rushing river, roaring loudly. Beside him, the equally white-robed swordsman and bard also raised their weapons simultaneously, attacking Verafia.
“Hey! You guys, I haven’t finished asking yet!”
Verafia, seeing herself interrupted, became enraged. With her delicate jade little hand, she pressed her ornate staff of flames, rapidly condensing it. Under the light of burning golden flames, magic runes quickly burned and formed, then she swung it forward forcefully.
The storm-roaring flame light collided with the opponent’s attack in mid-air, exploding with terrifying, tearing power. The white-robed mage was blasted back, his robe burned away by more than half, but his face was still not visible.
“Really, why are even titled crystals so common now? And they seem to be quite strong, able to withstand my attack!”
Verafia also retreated one step from the impact of the spell collision. Her little boots stomped on the ground, and her slender hand held up her staff, tilting her snow-white little face and saying quite annoyedly.
The girl’s golden eyes saw the white-robed swordsman and bard, still drawing their swords and bows amidst the tearing and annihilating magical fluctuations, attacking her. She immediately gritted her silver teeth, and the golden blazing flames burning on her slender hand condensed into magical fluctuations and blasted out.
“Sister!” Flarn grabbed her long sword, wanting to step forward to share the pressure for the girl.
“Flarn, you take care of Ig and this idiot ice dragon!”
The gilded long-haired girl’s fair white skirt hem was stirred by the roaring, gushing wind. She raised her staff to summon a magical shield to block the falling attack, and then forcefully swung it, summoning burning flames. Her voice came from the roaring, exploding flame fluctuations.
“Just these three guys of unknown origin, humph, how could they possibly be my opponent!”
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I feel like I haven’t written combat scenes for a long time… my hands are a bit rusty.
