Chapter 343: Frost Dragon
“What should I do if this guy really dies…”
Verafia couldn’t help but have such a thought, but she suddenly realized that such a thought shouldn’t be there, “No, I should think, if he dies, wouldn’t all my investments be in vain? Such a thing is completely unacceptable!”
The girl’s mind was in chaos, and she forgot that she had already assumed the possibility of Igter dying from magic backlash.
She suddenly opened her golden eyes slightly and looked at Igter.
“Verafia, do you have a way?” The Ice Dragon Girl beside her, who was anxiously uneasy but dared not make too much noise, saw her movements and quickly spoke.
“A way… not really. However, there isn’t anything this young lady can’t do for this guy.”
Verafia’s silk-like hair slid from her face, and in the dim room, a few dancing soft candlelight fell on her porcelain-white delicate face, making her look as if she had made up her mind.
The girl’s gorgeous golden-moon-like eyes looked at Igter, and her slender, jade-like fingertips suddenly clenched.
She connected her spirit with Igter, and then tried to enter that will scene herself. It wouldn’t necessarily lead to a better outcome, and even from her own perspective, it was a matter where the risks far outweighed the rewards.
However, for Verafia at this moment, it would at least allow her to influence the outcome herself, rather than just waiting anxiously here.
Making up her mind, Verafia shook her head, no longer hesitating. Her spiritual power made contact with Igter, quickly aligning with the frequency of the flame mark on his wrist, and her slender, jade-like palm gripped the young man.
But at the same time, a spiritual fluctuation, completely different from before, transparently deep like the midnight sky, struck and pushed her hand away.
Verafia’s brilliant golden eyes suddenly lifted, her face filled with surprise. Ignoring her bleeding hand, which had been injured by the impact, she exclaimed, “This kind of power… ‘True Sight Eye’?”
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Dark raging waves surged and roared. The fallen giant claws of the Demonic Dragon easily tore through mountain after mountain. In the battle, hills rose and fell, the earth cracked, and abyss demon light, like ashes, corroded the entire world. Black wings stirred up storms that wantonly ravaged the lifeless barren land.
Swinging his sword heavily to block the thrashing dragon tail, the young man’s figure was undeniably sent flying hundreds of meters away, crushing giant rocks in its path. Yet, he only steadied himself, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up again.
Igter no longer knew how long the battle with the dark dragon had been going on. If at the beginning he could still think and make judgments, then by now, both his actions and thoughts had gradually become mechanically stiff.
“Battle…”
In a battle devoid of any sense of time, Igter had been directly hit by overwhelming dragon claws, had been blown away by the impact of the dark demon dragon’s wing beats, powerful enough to shatter a mountain, and had even been hit head-on by the death beam emanating from it, filled with deathly stillness and darkness, capable of destroying an entire city.
But after each attack that he should not have been able to withstand, Igter could still stubbornly stand up.
“This is not a battle interpreted by strength, nor is it limited to dragons and sword techniques, but will…”
Igter forcefully gripped the sword hilt. The pain from the tearing wound sharpened his spirit, and relying on the pain, he sustained the meaning of the battle he persisted in.
Veer, Little Fei, and Shiel…
Countless obsessions in his heart sustained his perseverance. Igter knew that if he had the thought of giving up, he would be completely lost in this world woven by the Demonic Dragon’s will. In this space, he would never die, but become the background rushing in this false world.
“False.”
Igter thought of this word for some reason. Gripping his sword, he slowly rose from the ground, drops of bright red blood falling from the hilt.
Igter raised his head and looked directly at the pitch-black Demonic Dragon Mirdirna. Behind the dragon’s wings, the entire sky was turbid and chaotic, as if covered by a thick black cloth.
“Mirdirna. If this illusory domain is the cage of your past will in the world, then what is the obsession that imprisoned you here: is it the anger born from torment and unwillingness?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Igter felt the oppressive atmosphere that had bound the entire world disappear, as if a lock had been opened, and the concepts of time and life and death that had been sealed away rapidly flowed away and dissipated.
The massive dark Demonic Dragon roared in the sky, and purple-black flames, dragon breath like destruction, rapidly condensed in its mouth. The terrifying power almost tore space apart. This time, Igter undoubtedly felt the danger of facing death!
“Is it really like this?”
At this moment, Igter’s mood relaxed instead.
In this domain, in the seemingly endless battle with Mirdirna, Igter had no chance of defeating this ancient and majestic fallen dragon, not even a chance to injure it.
Now, the change in the world’s rules allowed Igter to see a chance to escape this cage of will.
Igter gripped his sword, and his raised azure eyes gazed at the dark Demonic Dragon, which was vibrating its pitch-black dragon wings and rapidly accumulating dragon breath in its mouth.
However, Igter’s expression suddenly froze at this moment. He saw that behind the Demonic Dragon, in the black sky, scarred and broken by the abyss, a starry sky suddenly rose.
“A… starry sky?” Igter involuntarily uttered.
Above the sky of the Demonic Dragon’s cage, the brilliant stars of the starry sky descended with radiance, touching the young man. He looked up, and in the next second, the entire world was split into two halves:
One side was the earth created by Mirdirna’s painful will, while the other side, drawn out, was the frost-blue, moist, transparent color of cold frost.
The pitch-black earth was a projection refined by Verafia in “Mirdirna’s Gift,” while the other frosty blue was undoubtedly the manifestation of Ophi’s dragon blood.
Igter had such a thought in his consciousness.
“Roar!”
Above the black sky, the roaring of the Demonic Dragon flapping its wings stirred up a storm. The purple-black destructive dragon breath, after reaching its limit, faded into a dazzling purple-white. Wherever the terrifying fluctuating ripples spread, everything withered and decayed. A beam representing death and destruction, aimed at the tiny human on the ground, gushed out!
Just as Igter was about to draw his sword, the frosty blue color he had just seen seemed to stir up a ripple, and in Igter’s widened eyes, it poured into his body without any hindrance.
“Boom!”
The destructive dragon breath beam in the purple-white flames suddenly blasted down, and the next moment, it struck Igter’s body.
Suddenly, amidst the destructive dragon breath, a slender, beautiful, yet powerful-looking girl’s hand, under a gorgeous frosty blue gauntlet, slowly rose. With a sudden clench, the destructive breath of the Demonic Dragon was destroyed out of thin air!
