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Jin struggled to maintain his footing, each breath a labored gasp as the dice continued their relentless assault, draining him of his vitality. Clutching his sword with a drooping shoulder, he steadied himself, grim determination etched across his face despite the overwhelming fatigue.

Above the chaos, Agent 66 noticed the massive shadow looming overhead. His reaction was swift; with a flick of his wrist, two chained dice rocketed upwards at blinding speed, aiming to intercept the new threat.

From atop the dragon, Shenlog sensed the incoming attack. With a firm tap on the dragon's head, he commanded, "Roarrrrrrrr, Dragon Fire Blast technique!" The dragon responded with a deafening roar, its jaws parting to unleash a torrent of blazing fire that surged toward the sky.

The fire met the first dice head-on, a collision that erupted into a brilliant explosion. However, the dice was not merely an instrument of impact; it unleashed a powerful gust of icy cold, clashing with the fiery blast. The result was a spectacular display of steam and smoke, a cloud of white that enveloped the area in a dense fog.

Amidst the concealing smoke, the second chained dice maneuvered with cunning precision, aiming for a blind spot. It shot towards Shenlog, its trajectory unseen in the thick mist. "Fatherrrrrrrr!" Jingwei's voice echoed in warning, a note of desperation ringing clear.

But Shenlog was prepared. As the dice neared, his body underwent a transformation. Scales akin to dragon glass materialized over his skin, forming a protective armor of dragon hide. The dice collided with a thunderous impact, its force met with the unyielding barrier of Shenlog's new defense.

The explosion that followed was monumental, reverberating through the air. However, Shenlog remained unscathed, his armor gleaming under the dissipating smoke. He smiled, a grim acknowledgment of his adversary's failed attempt.

Meanwhile, the dragon, ever watchful, flicked its tail with precise timing, pulling Jingwei off its back and sending him spiraling towards the ground to avoid the blast zone. Jingwei's descent was rapid, his form cutting through the air as he braced for impact.

On the battlefield, Shenlog's dragon reared its head, gathering another massive bout of fiery energy. "Spam Fire Blast," Shenlog commanded, his voice resonant with power. The dragon complied, unleashing a concentrated stream of fire that was dense enough to tear through both physical and spiritual defenses.

Agent 66, caught in the line of fire, reacted by slamming his palms together, forming a barrier that met the fiery onslaught. The clash was fierce, sparks and smaller fire spikes erupting from the point of contact. These stray spikes scattered wildly, some grazing the Lock On barrier that held Seiji and others captive.

As the fiery spikes touched the prison wall, a significant change occurred. The barrier began to weaken, its once impenetrable surface showing signs of faltering. Gradually, the veil that imprisoned Seiji and his comrades started to drop, the locks disengaging one by one under the force of Shenlog's attack.

The battlefield was a cacophony of sounds: the roar of fire, the clash of powers, and the distant shouts of allies and foes alike. Through it all, Shenlog stood resolute on his dragon, a sentinel against the chaos, his gaze locked on Agent 66 who continued to resist the fiery barrage with dwindling resolve.

As the smoke cleared and the veil of the prison thinned, the stakes of the battle were laid bare, each participant bracing for the next move in this high-stakes chess game of power and survival.