Chapter 129: Twelve Years

Just as the soul-intent Titan launched his spear at the Balrog, an even larger teleportation formation appeared in the sky, surpassing the arrival of the multicolored dragons. A long dragon chant resounded through the abyssal training ground.

Then, like a golden mini-sun, endless golden light burst forth, illuminating the dark abyssal training ground and bringing light to this desolate and hopeless place.

The few low-tier demons that had survived the multicolored dragons' magical assaults trembled uncontrollably, their courage shattered. Many mid-tier demons began to quiver uncontrollably as well...

In midair, the light from the newly arrived golden mini-sun began to converge, revealing the majestic form of a golden titan dragon. Its massive body was wreathed in golden lightning and dragon flame, with hurricanes swirling around it, and its dragon might pressed many nearby dragons into a slight bow.

As the golden dragon appeared, its head, adorned with six horns twisting back in different directions, slightly lowered, its golden eyes fixing on the fifty-meter-tall Balrog.

Then, a storm kicked up between Muria's wings, mixed with golden lightning and dragon flame, sweeping toward the Balrog, which was engulfed in demonic flames.

"Clang!" The sound of weapons colliding rang out, loud enough to drown out all other noises, including the roar of thunder, as the Balrog blocked the soul-intent Titan's spear with its executioner's sword.

However, this was the great demon's first contact with a Titan, and it had underestimated the Titan's strength. Terrifying power surged through the arm holding the sword, causing its bones to crack as if they were about to shatter.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The Balrog involuntarily stepped back, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground, the result even though it had spread its wings to help dissipate the force.

"Titan!" The Balrog growled, panic showing in its eyes. This strength was beyond its expectations. Its arm trembled, a strange sensation of pain and itch spreading through it.

This sensation, familiar from countless experiences before its evolution, was the feeling of bones fracturing and then healing. Unexpectedly, the Balrog felt this once again after becoming what it was now.

"Rumble!" At that moment, Muria's attack landed. The storm mixed with fire and lightning enveloped the Balrog, followed by the sounds of flesh tearing and blood spraying.

When the storm of lightning and fire cleared, the place where the Balrog stood was charred, with gleaming crystalline structures formed by the lightning strikes and flame burns.

The Balrog looked miserable, its body's flesh turned inside out like flowing magma, its demonic wings tattered, and through the peeled flesh on its head, the charred bones struck by lightning were visible, as if it had endured a torturous execution.

"That hurts!" The Balrog growled, the charred marks on its body flaking off to reveal fresh flesh. The cuts stopped bleeding and began to wiggle and heal. In just a few moments, all the damage Muria had inflicted was healed.

During this time, the soul-intent Titan showed no intent to exploit the situation. Holding his spear, the Titan looked up at the golden dragon looking down from the sky, his face showing a trace of dissatisfaction.

"This demon is my prey."

"Understood." From the sky, the golden dragon responded indifferently, "Atreyan, finish it quickly. If it takes too long, I might not be able to resist helping you."

"Hmph!" Titan Atreyan snorted and looked at the fully healed Balrog. He stomped the ground, his massive body turned into a golden blur, and rushed to the great demon. As it looked on in furious shock, Atreyan's spear struck.

"Crack!" A sound of dense bone breaking echoed as the Balrog was flung nearly a hundred meters away, dragging two long trenches in the ground, its arm holding the flame whip twisted in an unnatural way.

"Damn it!" The Balrog shook its arm, enduring intense pain as it forcibly realigned its bones, allowing them to rapidly heal. The demonic flames enveloping it seemed dimmer; each recovery consumed some of its strength.

Seeing itself completely dominated by the Titan, the Balrog's face twisted, its aura becoming even more fierce. It had heard Atreyan's words, considering it as mere prey, a humiliation that drove the already barely rational demon into a berserk state.

"Trash!" Looking down at the now completely irrational and bulging Balrog, the golden dragon in the sky commented disdainfully.

Then, Muria raised its head and howled, issuing the first command since its arrival: "Cleanse this area, leave none but the Balrog."

Following that, the nearly seventy-meter-long golden dragon turned into a meteor burning with flames, crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar.

Below, a seemingly ordinary gold-tier ram-horned demon's expression dramatically changed, then its body rapidly expanded, growing over thirty meters tall as rings of soul intent formed at its feet.

Seeing this, Muria's expression remained unchanged. Upon its arrival, it had already detected this soul-intent demon disguised as a gold-tier. It had approached deliberately, as apart from itself, the other multicolored dragons could not handle a soul-intent demon.

"What kind of dragon is this?" The ram-horned demon looked up in fear at Muria diving toward it, unable to find any description matching the enormous dragon from its demonic lineage.

A gold dragon? Nonsense. Aside from the color, nothing about this dragon matched the typical build of a gold dragon. Its long, imposing body and thick scales resembled armor, a type of dragon not found in its demonic knowledge.

Of course, the nature of the dragon was irrelevant. What mattered was why this seemingly peak gold-tier dragon was so powerful, so massive, and why its dragon might instilled fear even in it.

But soon, it had no more time to ponder these questions, as the dragon was already upon it.

The ram-horned demon roared, black flames surging from its feet, wrapping around its claws and forming a pair of black flame claws, reaching for the dimly glowing golden dragon.

"Overestimating yourself!" The peak gold-tier dragon, Muria, sneered at the soul-intent second-tier great demon.