Chapter 886: Chapter 570, Engaging with the Dragon Clan_2
The woman beside him cast a questioning glance, and Wadey said to the disheveled figure crawling out, “That’s Aerygon.”
“Isn’t he from the Dragon Clan? Who’s fighting with the Dragon Clan?” the woman exclaimed in surprise.
Wadey frowned, then focused his gaze on the two sides continuously striking each other in the midst of the dust, his eyes suddenly widening, Fu Lei?
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The hall was filled with dust.
The silver-haired girl was surrounded by flashes of Thunderbolt, her gaze sweeping over the four people opposite, her voice icy, “Dragon Scales showing beneath the skin is a sign of having taken the Demon Dragon Potion, what more is there to say?”
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Fang Hao shook his head, also looking at the girl, “So what if I have?”
As they spoke, Fang Hao took out weapons, distributing them among the others.
Demitrija, even less talkative.
With Longsword in hand, he dragged out a golden afterimage on the spot, using brute physical strength, he shot up and slashed at the middle-aged man from the Dragon Clan.
Demitrija, a man of few words, knew that Lizardmen had no connection with the Dragon Clan in this world.
Both as orange heroes, marked by the Lizardmen, he didn’t dare take the attack head-on and moved to dodge.
However, the middle-aged man felt a tightness around his ankle, as the White Jade Stone tiles on the ground flipped up, and the soil below, like mud, encased his ankles.
More and more mud crawled upward, like a huge hand, dragging him down fiercely.
It was just such a delay.
The Lizardman’s sword light was already upon him.
With no escape, the middle-aged man made a snap decision, bending slightly, his back meeting the slashing blade.
Clang!
The sword cut through the brocade robe, revealing the glittering gold of the inner armor beneath.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the girl’s silver lance thrust toward the Skeleton, Nelson, in the rear.
Nelson hurriedly dodged as the mud under the middle-aged man’s feet began to crumble, starting to counterattack the Lizardman.
Anjia took the opportunity to quickly close in on the silver-haired girl, attempting to engage her at close quarters again.
Fang Hao followed closely behind, his hands also conjuring a Thunderbolt spear, hurling it directly at the silver-haired girl.
The Thunderbolt spear was blocked by an invisible energy in front of the girl, who at the same time stretched out her fair arm, pointing to the sky, and in an instant, multitudes of lightning strikes descended from above.
Silver serpents spread across the ground; the earth and stones exploded.
Demitrija’s feet feigned, altering course abruptly during the attack, aiming to strike down the girl.
The middle-aged man of the Dragon Clan spat out a red Fireball, launching it at the Skeleton, The Corpse Witch, behind him, while Nelson raised a thick earthwall in front for Defense.
A silver Thunder Snake emerged from behind, biting towards Fang Hao’s groin.
Fang Hao turned and swung his Thunder God’s Blade, chopping the Thunder Snake to pieces.
At the same time, the Magic he was concentrating on accelerated once more, and a Double-Headed Fire Python appeared in the center, breathing fireballs at the two opposite.
Combined attack, shifting targets midway.
The six individuals ceaselessly sought methods to attack and defend.
The scene was pure Chaos.
Figures shuttled through the dust, with roars of thunder and fire echoing.
The once magnificent hall was no longer recognizable, the wreckage still being ravaged.
Fang Hao hurled another Thunderbolt spear, his expression turning somewhat grim.
Of the four on his side, only Demitrija could truly contend with the Dragon Clan.
Nelson was a support-type hero, his abilities and traits resided in knowledge and crafting Undead, not combat.
While Anjia and Fang Hao did possess some Combat power,
compared to the Dragon Clan, they were significantly lacking.
It seemed as though both sides were evenly matched, yet the Dragon Clan hadn’t even transformed.
Four against two, and still without a chance of victory against the Dragon Clan.
Boom!!
A deafening roar cleared the dust and smoke.
Both sides separated, once again facing off against each other.
The silver-haired girl’s expression turned even grimmer as she said coldly, “I didn’t expect you to have some skills, but you won’t be walking out of here today, ‘Ashebourne,’ kill them.”
The middle-aged Dragon Clan man nodded, “As you wish, Ms. Beata.”
Having said that, his body began to inflate rapidly, bursting his brocade clothes and revealing scaled skin, as he transformed into a gigantic, fierce dragon form.
The massive dragon occupied most of the hall.
Fang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
He gestured to the others beside him, and planted the Thunder God’s Blade into the ground.
Whoosh!
[Mist Wrap] burst forth, the fog filled with lightning serpents instantly clouding the entire hall.
Cutting off everyone’s line of sight.
“Hmph, scared now?” the silver-haired girl glanced at the dragon next to her and said, “Disperse the fog and just kill them.”
The gigantic dragon nodded slightly, flapping its wings with force.
A majestic gust of wind howled forth, instantly scattering the fog in the arena.
Revealing the mutilated hall.
As the fog cleared, the silver-haired girl concentrated on her Thunderbolt spear, and the dragon prepared its Dragon Breath.
But In front of them, there was no one to be found, no trace of those four.
Both were startled!
Could it be that they used a Teleportation Scroll so quickly?
“Ms. Beata, they’ve run away,” the dragon spoke human words.
“Damn it!”
The silver-haired girl’s complexion turned even colder.
Halfway through the fight, just as she was about to unleash a powerful move, the others had left.
It felt as though she had been toyed with.
Tap tap tap!!
From afar, a large number of footsteps could be heard.
Along with it came a roar as loud as thunder, “Who dares cause trouble in the Alliance, seeking death…”
The guards of the Alliance had arrived.
The dragon’s form quickly shrank, returning to a human shape.
The original brocade robes were torn, and now he was adorned with a golden armor.
“Ms. Beata, today is the auction, and the captain guarding the Trade Alliance should be of Dark Gold level. Let’s retreat for now,” the middle-aged man whispered.