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Chapter 973 Blood Dragon Dance

Chapter 973 Blood Dragon Dance

The spirit of the white dragon stretched out its long, slender body, over four hundred meters long, in the sky. It was both beautiful and sinister, with membranous bone spurs arranged along its back from head to tail. Its crystal-like white scales shone brightly in the sunlight.

It has bony spikes on both sides of its jaws, golden vertical pupils embedded in its eye sockets, and when it opens its sharp snout to roar, it reveals a mouthful of inward-curving fangs.

With each breath it took, a chilling wind, seemingly capable of extinguishing the life force of all living things, blew towards the three-headed dragon that stood facing it from afar. Compared to this, the white frost brought by the Wild Hunt was nothing more than a poor imitation.

Roar--

Ladon let out an uneasy growl, spreading its wings to fan out a wave of heat carrying black smoke to ward off the bitter cold.

"This breath."

Lothar sensed a familiarity with the white dragon.

Perhaps he had long admired Lothar's grandeur, so he imitated Lothar, standing atop the dragon's head as well, his robes fluttering in the cold wind. Yet he seemed completely unaffected, appearing as a reclusive sage.

“You are very lucky. When I was discussing the Dao with Master Chongyang, I never had to show its power.”

"After you die, I will take the three heads of the dragon beneath you and make them into a new dragon bone artifact."

Shamanism believes that the head is the spirit of all things, and Kokochu is very curious to know whether this three-headed dragon has three independent souls or three strange souls stuck together.

Lothar ignored the harsh words uttered by the other party. He remembered that he had seen the aura of this white dragon somewhere before. It was in the far north, at the "Frozen Crown," on the "World Serpent Jormungandr," which was sealed by the remains of Nidhogg and the crown of Thor.

This chilling aura, so identical to any other, that seems capable of extinguishing the life force of all things and all living beings in the world, is something that anyone who has seen it with their own eyes will never forget!

boom--

A roar resounded in his mind as Lothar's will descended upon the Northern Dragon Clan through "Echoes of the Holy Decree." Jormungandr was the most terrifying monster he had ever seen, and he needed to confirm that the seal on this thing was still intact.

A moment later, his unfocused eyes returned, and a murderous intent rose in his gaze as he looked at Kuo Kuo.

Whether Jormungandr could destroy the entire world if he were to revive remains to be seen, given his numerous followers, trump cards, and the combined support of legendary spellcasters throughout the transcendental world.

However, it is foreseeable that once Jormungandr unleashes its power, it will cause a catastrophe that will sweep across the world, even more devastating than the Little Ice Age in history.

Whether or not Koko knew about it, this behavior crossed Lothar's bottom line.

"Let's find another place and have a real showdown."

Koko issued a challenge to the man on the head of the demon dragon opposite him.

Without waiting for Lothar's response, he urged the white dragon beneath his feet to flap its enormous sails and whip up the cold wind as it flew toward the Zagros Mountains.

Along the way, the cascading waterfalls in the mountains were frozen into hanging ice curtains, the forest was draped in white, the antelope's forehoof was suspended in mid-air, the frog's legs were straightened, and the venomous snake chasing it behind it opened its blood-red mouth, but everything was still.

Time seemed to freeze.

Wherever the white dragon passed, it left behind a crystalline path of death.

Roar--

Koko heard the low roar of the demonic dragon behind him, followed by a wave of heat. Three dragon flames of different colors, all representing the extreme high temperature under the rules of this world, suddenly arrived.

As the three-headed dragon traversed the Path of Death, everything that had been paused came alive again; they were ignited and boiled, and these were merely the outpouring of the aura of the two legendary dragons.

The three dragon flames resembled a trident capable of destroying the world.

The white dragon suddenly turned its head, its slender neck curving into a cold arc, and its pale blue icy breath poured down like a waterfall, causing even the space itself to crack under the weight of the cold.

This chilling breath collided violently with the three dragon flames of the three-headed dragon.

In an instant, billowing white mist rose up, sometimes freezing into snow, sometimes vaporizing into smoke, and sometimes being baked into scalding rain by the dragon's flames.

Ladon had a significant advantage in the dragon fight. Its three heads meant three times the dragon breath of a dragon of the same size, and three independent yet coordinated fighting instincts. However, at this moment, their three dragon flames were actually suppressed by the white dragon's breath.

Almost visibly, the white breath was rapidly extending toward the three-headed dragon, even attempting to envelop and freeze it within.

Ladon was no match for this white dragon that possessed the aura of Jormungandr.

So Lothar made his move. As a fire dragon, his power flowed continuously into Ladon's body. With the blessing of the Lombard Iron Crown "Lord of All Armies", the three dragon flames, which were originally at a disadvantage, rose in temperature again, showing a trend of turning the tide.

The four dragon flames remained locked in a stalemate, consuming each other, and the mist they stirred up seemed to envelop the entire world in a cloud-shrouded fog.

The necks of Ladon's three heads were all crimson red. It swore that this was the most terrifying dragon flame it had ever unleashed in its life, so terrifying that even this fire dragon found it difficult to endure the high temperature.

But at that moment, it suddenly felt the pressure decrease.

The three dragon flames, having lost their opponent, landed in empty space, creating a huge crater.

In the gradually freezing, chilling mist, the white dragon's slender body silently sprang out, coiling around the demon dragon Ladon like a raging python.

Its speed was incredibly fast, and it made absolutely no sound. Its dragon body, over four hundred meters long, wrapped tightly around Ladon's body. A chilling aura emanated from its body, but was instantly baked into a white mist by the heat emanating from Ladon's body.

As the white dragon exerted its full strength and contracted, the friction between its ice crystal scales and black scales produced a screeching, ear-piercing sound.

Ladon hadn't expected the white dragon to choose such a primitive fighting method, and was caught off guard.

But it immediately launched a counterattack. The Cursed Dragon Head and the Fire Dragon Head both spewed out dragon flames to scorch the white dragon's body, while the Poison Dragon Head revealed two pairs of venomous fangs and fiercely bit into the white dragon's neck, attempting to inject deadly venom into the white dragon's body.

With that bite, the Poison Dragon Head felt a chill run up its teeth and straight to the top of its head, as if it were freezing its soul. A layer of frost was visibly enveloping its entire head.

But the venomous dragon's head did not back down in the face of this counterattack. Instead, it became even more ferocious. Its golden dragon eyes were filled with madness, and it recklessly used all its strength to bite down hard.

click -

The sharp fangs pierced the white dragon's scales, and the jet-black venom, like ink dripping into an inkstone filled with clear water, turned into black mist and quickly spread across its pure white scales. Wherever it passed, the scales rotted and cracked.

Normally, highly venomous dragons would atomize their venom and then expel it with their breath, which greatly reduced its power.

This time, however, the poison was no less potent. A large festering sore formed on the white dragon's body, and it continued to spread rapidly, eroding its still intact flesh.

Roar--

The white dragon let out a painful wail. It was a physical entity created by Kokochu using shamanistic magic, but in the end, it was just a skull. Therefore, this injury was truly "soul-piercing".

Click.

The white dragon tore off its own poisoned flesh and immediately bit the neck of the poisonous dragon head without hesitation. Its speed was so fast that the poisonous dragon head, which was about to be frozen, had no time to resist.

Its sharp claws, connected to its wings, were gripping the necks of a cursed dragon and a fire dragon, refusing to let go even as they spewed dragonfire to scorch its body, preventing them from providing support.

The Poison Dragon was terrified by the madness in the White Dragon's eyes. It realized that this guy was willing to suffer severe injuries to cripple it. It was filled with fear and hurriedly called out to Lothar for help.

Beneath the golden tent.

A group of Tatar generals were gazing at the distant battlefield.

Above the mountains, it seems as if day and dusk alternate.

Flames and frost alternately dominated the sky, and worldly battles became insignificant supporting roles. Few people cared about the elite Kheshig troops who had been driven off the city walls by the Wild Hunt Legion.

Jochi's eyes were filled with complex emotions as he muttered to himself, "How can such a powerful and terrifying force exist in this world?"

Although Jochi had never met Saladin before, at this moment, the thought that arose in his mind was the same as Saladin's—this world should not have such a terrible power, nor should there be anyone who could wield such power.

How is this any different from a deity?

"Subutai, who will win?"

Subutai shook his head. Even a seasoned general like him could only shrug and wait for the outcome of the battle: "I think you should summon the shaman Wusun to understand the situation."

Jochi frowned and asked, "Could we ask the shaman Wusun to help Kokochu?"

Although it was the first time that the Tongtian Witch had such "heavenly means," Shu Chi was somewhat prepared.

After all, although he had missed the Battle of Wild Fox Ridge because he was fighting against the "people of the forest," he had heard people describe the miracle of the battle as "vast and boundless, with ice covering thousands of miles."

He was truly shocked to find that Fulin Khan, who was riding a demonic dragon, was able to fight to a standstill with Kokochu.

If Kokochu is defeated, even if he has an army of 100,000, what can he use to challenge such a person?

This unfamiliar feeling of having one's life and death in someone else's hands made Jochi, the eldest son of the Great Khan, extremely uneasy.

“Jochi Nayan, that Fulin Khan still has a group of witch advisors. You have sent the Wusun shaman out. Who will guarantee your safety?”

Subutai was too lazy to correct the way he was called "Fulin Khan". He could understand Jochi's eagerness to do something, but at this time, it was better not to do anything at all.

"Moreover, given the character of Lord Tongtian Wu, he would not allow Wusun Shaman to interfere in the battle."

"So for now, all we can do is wait for this battle to end?"

"I'm afraid so."

Subutai sighed softly. He suddenly remembered the story called "Blood Dragon Dance" that the bard he had captured some time ago had told him. It was about the deadly battle between two demonic dragons and their eventual mutual destruction, falling into the lake.