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Chapter 213, Section 212: Slaying the Imperial Prison Dragon

Within the body of the Thousand Realms Demon lies a twisted and desolate land.

The space is fragile and distorted, the light is dim, and the scenery seems to be covered by a constantly fluctuating veil.

Almost at the same moment Gu Yuan stepped in, Wilmae's escape had reached its limit.

"Haaah————Haaah————"

She ran desperately across the dark earth, her lungs feeling as if they were filled with boiling water, each breath accompanied by a burning pain.

Her legs were already numb, and she could only move on the instinct to survive, as if they would shatter at any moment.

Behind them, the massive, mountain-like body of the Imperial Prison Dragon relentlessly pursued them.

Strangely, however, this terrifying dragon, which should have easily caught up with and torn her apart, was now acting unusually clumsy.

It did not take flight, nor did it unleash its dragon breath powerful enough to melt ore; it simply ran wildly on the ground, relying on its strong limbs, as if it had forgotten the power it was born with.

"roar--?!"

It let out a low growl suppressed by some force from its throat, and in its vertical pupils, besides pure violence, there was also a raging and confused feeling of being toyed with by ants.

This brief window of escape was bought with everything Wilmès had.

In the final moments before the cave was discovered, she exhausted all her magic and successfully used the only divine magic she possessed—"Ability Oblivion".

This magic forcibly distorted the rules of reality, causing the Royal Prison Dragon to forget how to breathe dragon breath for a short period of time, and even temporarily lose the ability to flap its wings and fly.

However, this was already her limit.

The magical effects were fading rapidly, and her magical power was already depleted, her spirit on the verge of collapse due to overexertion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught another glimpse of the ferocious dragon head rapidly approaching.

Why did I have to be dragged into this? And why is my opponent such a terrifying dragon species located at the top of the continent?

Despair gnawed at her soul once more, threatening to devour it completely.

"Ugh!"

Two seconds later, a fierce wind suddenly rose overhead, and the shadow of death enveloped her!

Huang Yulong had clearly lost his last bit of patience. His enormous hand tore through the air like a collapsing mountain, slamming down with immense force!

Wilmae's pupils contracted sharply, and her survival instinct drove her to use her last bit of strength to scramble to the side and forward!

"boom!!!"

Although she narrowly avoided a fatal blow, the terrifying shockwave that erupted upon landing still struck her back like an invisible hammer!

"Ugh—!"

She was violently thrown away, like a kite with a broken string, her back slamming heavily into a giant, weathered rock!

"Crack!"

A clear, teeth-grinding cracking sound came from inside my body.

The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed all senses, and blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, staining his chest and splashing into a dazzling red flower on the dark earth.

I'm going to die—is this how it ends?

Her vision began to blur rapidly, and a cold darkness spread from the edge of her field of vision. She struggled to get up, but her limbs were limp and no longer obeyed her commands.

So tired, so painful—Frilian—

Her remaining consciousness began to dissipate, and important moments of her life flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, finally settling on her daughter's innocent face.

The rage that the Imperial Dragon had been holding back due to the stripping of his abilities finally erupted.

It raised its massive foot, powerful enough to flatten hills, and with an absolute force capable of ending everything, stomped down on Wilme, who was limp on the ground and powerless to resist!

boom-!!!

This blow silenced everything, extinguishing all hope.

"Tsk."

A clear smack of the tongue suddenly rang out, with a hint of impatience lingering at the end.

Through his half-closed and blurry vision, Wilmae saw a black figure.

The figure appeared between her and the Imperial Dragon with a speed beyond her comprehension, like lightning tearing through the shadows.

Compared to the Imperial Prison Dragon, it appears so small, yet it possesses a majestic and awe-inspiring presence.

Then, something happened that completely stopped her thinking.

That hand, that human hand, was raised up so casually.

Boom!

A deep, resounding thud, far more powerful than the slamming of a dragon's foot on the ground, followed.

That unstoppable blow, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was caught so easily!

The imagined scene of blood and gore did not materialize.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, the dark figure exerted force with its arm, its five fingers like hooks.

Whoosh!

They actually lifted the massive Imperial Prison Dragon up completely and casually tossed it away into the distance like a piece of trash!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A tremendous earthquake, several times more violent than any before, shook the earth from afar, as if the entire space itself was groaning in agony at the force of the impact.

All of this happened too fast, beyond the limits of Wilmès's already collapsing nerves.

She stared blankly at the black figure with its back to her, which seemed as reliable as a mountain in the swirling dust.

Only one absurd yet perfectly natural thought remained in my mind: "Is it—God—?"

She tried her best to lift her eyelids to see the person's face clearly.

However, his vision became increasingly blurry, and he could only catch a vague, familiar outline.

In that blurry light and shadow, she saw the man casually fling away the Imperial Dragon and then immediately half-squat down beside her.

As he deftly yet gently pried open his eyelids to check his pupils, he said something.

"—Can you still hear me? Hang in there, this is—"

The last few words were blown away by the wind, and Vermeer ultimately failed to hear them clearly.

She only felt that the voice had a reassuring familiarity.

Then, the tension that had been building up suddenly eased, and the last breath that had been held on completely dissipated.

"sand--"

Endless darkness engulfed her remaining consciousness.

"Did you faint?"

Gu Yuan checked the faint but still present pulse on the side of her neck, quickly examined the unnatural indentation in her back, and frowned slightly.

"He's badly injured—but at least he's not dead."

He held one hand above Wilma's forehead, and a soft white light emanated from his palm, flowing down like moonlight and enveloping her scarred body.

The goddess's magic, "Healing," slowly flowed in, temporarily stabilizing her critical injuries and saving her life.

After completing this emergency treatment, Gu Yuan slowly stood up and shone his light on the Imperial Prison Dragon, which was swaying as it climbed out of the ruins in the distance.

"Click".

He moved his neck and wrists, and his joints made a crisp cracking sound.

"The strongest dragon species on the continent—this is the first time I've ever seen one."

He muttered to himself, a glint of predatory delight flashing in his eyes, but that glint was quickly replaced by a deeper chill. "I was thinking of capturing it and using it as a means of transportation, but now—"

His gaze swept over the unconscious Wilmae on the ground, and he thought of Frilian outside, silently watching and anxiously waiting on the cliff.

"—Let's just kill him."

He made the final judgment: "Anyway, you're not the only one on the mainland."

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