Chapter 293: Power

The nine-tailed evil dragon opened its mouth, and a pillar of flame, red mixed with strands of black, burst forth. Five soul-intent, black and red tainted rings of soul intent appeared in front of its mouth. After the flame pillar passed through the five rings of soul intent, it became thicker, more solid, and its power increased significantly.

Then, this flame pillar, enhanced by the five rings of soul intent, collided with a punch thrown by Muria. A loud explosion sounded, and a visible circular shockwave swept across the surrounding sky, slightly slowing down the speed of the mutated fang dragons rushing toward Muria.

"Such poor control over your own power." Seeing the five rings of soul intent in front of the gaping mouth of the pale-blood devourer, which were enhancing its dragon breath, Muria was even more disappointed. "What makes you think you can block my punch, pale-blood devourer?"

The golden force of Muria's punch only stalled for a moment against the flame pillar before breaking through it like a bamboo split, smashing into the ferocious dragon head of the pale-blood devourer after shattering those five rings of soul intent.

Several bloody dragon teeth flew out. Under this punch, the head of the pale-blood devourer was smashed backward, its neck, covered in bony scales, bent into an exaggerated arc. Then, its massive body, like a mountain, spun and crashed into the ground.

"All of you, attack together!" Having smashed into the ground and created a deep pit, the pale-blood devourer with its jaw smashed askew got up. With an angry roar, the already surrounding and eager mutated fang dragons immediately pounced.

Seeing a fang dragon that was the first to leap towards him, aiming for his arm. "Boom!" Muria lifted his leg and kicked, hitting the abdomen of this mutated fang dragon. The titan's strength made the back of the fang dragon bulge high before it exploded violently, scattering shattered bone armor, flesh, and innards across the sky.

In his true form, Muria almost kicked a same-level fang dragon to death with one kick. However, to completely kill this body-pierced dragon, Muria needed another strike.

These mutated fang dragons might have inflated ranks, but they were still of soul intent level, their life essence reaching this level. To kill them, one had to decapitate them. At the soul intent level, there were hardly any fatal weaknesses.

"Clang!" Surrounded by more than thirty soul intent fang dragons, Muria's long dragon tail swung, and the diamond-shaped spear blade at the tail tip sliced a close-approaching fang dragon in half like a hot knife through butter, sharp beyond compare.

Whoosh! Muria spread his wings and flew upwards, with a fully formed hurricane swirling around him. The mutated fang dragons, fearless in the face of death, followed. Seeing Muria slicing through his comrades like chopping vegetables, some fang dragons were naturally terrified.

But the pale-blood devourer was still here, so no dragon dared to flee the battle. The brutality of the pale-blood devourer, even its own cruel kin felt fear…

Lying on the ground, the pale-blood devourer, with its jaw now healed, glanced at the red dragon, Ortray, being attacked by five of its subordinates. A hint of disdain flashed in its brutal crimson dragon pupils.

When it came back, it just saw this red dragon slaughtering those monsters that had pledged allegiance to it. The pale-blood devourer, burning with anger, immediately attacked the red dragon Ortray severely. With just one encounter, the red dragon, holding contempt and not adjusting its mentality, was heavily injured by this mutant dragon.

Its body was slashed by the tail of the evil dragon, leaving nine deep wounds that exposed bone, with the power tainted by abyssal demons lingering in its wounds, hindering Ortray's healing.

Just then, Muria killed a vampire lady, and this mutant fang dragon sensed the death of its mate (toy) and immediately shifted its attention. It surrounded its castle with its subordinates, allowing the red dragon Ortray to escape a fatal beating from the pale-blood devourer.

Even so, the red dragon was not faring well. The pale-blood devourer might not have the time to kill it, but that didn't mean it was ignored. Now, five soul intent level mutated fang dragons were attacking it. Ortray, battling with serious injuries, was dodging left and right in a very sorry state.

Seeing the red dragon, which was gradually recovering from the injuries and expelling the foreign powers from its body, the pale-blood devourer really wanted to finish it off. But seeing the situation in the sky, the pale-blood devourer felt it had to intervene, or all its hard-earned subordinates would be killed by Muria.

With an angry roar, the pale-blood devourer spread its wings, which were not smaller than those of a giant dragon, and soared into the sky, targeting Muria because it saw Muria catching one of its subordinates.

Seeing the pale-blood devourer coming towards him from below, Muria, who was holding the jaws of a fang dragon in each hand, smiled. Then, with a very brutal gesture, he pulled, tearing off the lower jaw of the fang dragon along with the flesh of its neck and chest.

Then, Muria used the jaw, with a large chunk of flesh attached, as a throwing weapon, hitting another fang dragon. Afterward, Muria's now free hand condensed a golden fireball, which he stuffed into the chest cavity of the fang dragon, where several bones were exposed.

With a "boom," Muria threw the jawless fang dragon towards the pale-blood devourer, but the mutant fang dragon agilely dodged, watching its comrade explode into a mass of flesh not far from itself.

"Snap!" Countless bits of filthy blood and rotten flesh splattered on the pale-blood devourer, even a suspiciously shaped object landed on its nose. Half of the evil dragon's body, stained black and red by its subordinate's filthy blood, shook its head and then went completely berserk.

Black and red demonic flames enveloped its body, burning off all the filthy blood and flesh, slightly inflating its ferocious body, making it grow larger. The bony plates all over its body were pushed apart by the swelling muscles, revealing crisscrossing gaps all over its body, from which ominous dark red light shone.

"Tsck! Not bad." Muria clicked his tongue in wonder at the completely berserk, now irrational evil dragon in front of him. With a flap of his wings, he charged forward.

As for those mutated fang dragons, simply ignoring them was fine. Even if Muria stood still and allowed them to attack at will, they couldn't harm him. The Holy Radiance Royal Abyss, now fused with his dragon scales, was part of Muria's body, its defensive power unbreakable even by legends.

With a series of crackling sounds, Muria collided with the berserk pale-blood devourer in a wildly brute manner. Then, a dense sound of breaking hard materials followed.

All the bony plates on the pale-blood devourer's body that came into contact with Muria shattered, and the bones on that side of the pale-blood devourer all broke, its body collapsing and deforming. The pale-blood devourer, which had just flown into the sky, was once again smashed into the ground by Muria, creating a crater hundreds of meters in diameter.

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