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Manson's pupils contracted slightly. Although he already knew that the Red Emperor was powerful, he did not expect him to be so ruthless.

Baragas was already a master of melee combat among the ancient red dragons, but in front of this opponent, he was like a child trying to stop a chariot.

This is because Thor did not use such brute force in his previous battle with Baragas. Instead, he chose close combat, which relies more on skill, in order to enrich his combat experience.

The spellcaster, clad in black robes, thought rapidly, brandishing his staff and unleashing a rain of spells upon Thor, amplified by his various magical feats.

Frosty blades, shadowy necromancers... all sorts of attacks landed on Thorkin's red scales, but they were like raindrops falling on a jade plate, only splashing a few drops of water.

Conventional melee attacks, conventional energy manipulation, and conventional crowd control were all ineffective.

Low-level spells are immune to all attacks, physical defenses are almost impenetrable, and movement speed is impossible to detect.

This overwhelming numerical advantage made Manson realize instantly that this was no opponent he could face head-on, and he had to find a solution from other angles.

But Thor gave him no time to catch his breath. In a flash, he started up at Mach 10 again, abandoning the backward-flying Baragas and instantly locking onto the isolated human mage in the air.

In his eyes, Baragas could be dealt with at any time; this elusive rat was the primary target.

During its high-speed flight, Thor opened its mouth wide, and a breath that stretched for thousands of feet suddenly took shape.

The intense heat distorted space, and the crimson pillar of light was filled with dreamlike rainbows and pitch-black lightning. Even the shield of a legendary mage would melt instantly and be destroyed if hit head-on.

Faced with such a critical situation, the arcane light at Manson's fingertips flashed wildly.

He did not cast any "target-based spells" that would be immune to resistance, but instead chose environmental, rule-based, and field-based spells, targeting not Thor, but "the magic of the entire sky".

The first technique employed was a high-level airborne field, which instantly turned the air within a radius of several kilometers into a viscous glue, forcibly locking up its flow properties.

Thor felt as if he had fallen into deep water, his flight speed plummeted, and his maximum kinetic energy was instantly reduced by 70%.

The dragon's propulsion speed, flight inertial speed, and maneuvering speed were all forcibly suppressed.

Next came the layered airflow that tore through the barrier. This spell, a technique in the realm of energy manipulation, sliced ​​the high-altitude air into dozens of layers of opposing airflows, shattering Thor's balance.

This caused his body to suddenly sink, his dive trajectory to change instantly, and the dragon breath he spewed grazed past Mansong's side, the exploding flames engulfing half of the airspace.

The temporary setback ignited a fire of rage in Thor's heart, and he let out a roar that shook the heavens.

"Storm? It's nothing but a toy in my claws!"

When the storm's power is mobilized, its ferocious claws reach forward, tearing apart the air currents that fill the sky, which are like layers of transparent plastic film.

Its internal thermonuclear organs were operating at full power, constantly supplying massive amounts of energy to the outside world, and basic magical elements from the environment flocked to it, continuously flowing into the red dragon's body.

At this moment, it seemed as if an energy black hole had appeared high in the sky, where a large amount of magical elements gathered and even formed a rainbow light like a ribbon.

Thor's wide-open wings began to slowly close, like two heavy shields gathering on either side of his body.

He had completely stopped exhaling dragon energy, relying entirely on the storm to levitate in the air. However, the tiny nozzles located under each scale on his wings, as well as the large holes on his wing bones, were now subtly gleaming.

The immense energy continued to accumulate, causing Thor's entire body to begin radiating light, like another sun.

The next instant, a dazzling flash enveloped the entire world, and the "sun" exploded.

Chapter 339 Backstab

A dazzling light, like billions of stars shining simultaneously, surged towards us.

At this moment, Manson felt as if he were facing the sudden demise of a star. Endless scorching rays were frantically striking the magical shield around his body, and an invisible, eerie curse was continuously eroding his body.

Faced with such an overwhelming and wide-ranging attack, even the most agile skills are completely useless.

The elements and magic of the entire world were completely disrupted by the terrifying energy tides, to the point that most spells could not be cast normally.

Even a short-range teleportation would likely not escape the attack's range, while a large-scale teleportation would require a temporarily stable space to rely on.

Is toughing it out the only option? No! He has a better choice.

roar--!!

A furious roar suddenly resounded, and a huge crimson figure rushed up from below against the flow of light, engulfing Mansong's tiny figure.

Thousands of beams of light struck Baragas's thick dragon scales with tremendous force. The power from the Rainbow Light Domain continuously impacted and penetrated his magic resistance, causing him to feel a sharp, burning pain.

This forced him to desperately rouse the newly generated dragon-attribute energy within his body, letting it envelop his entire body like swirling smoke in order to resist.

However, this practice was undoubtedly very costly, and it soon drew the ire of the newborn inside him, who began to rapidly suck the nutrients and energy from his body.

Normally, this anomaly would have alerted Baragas, but at this moment, all his energy was focused on fighting Thor, and he had no mind to notice this small discord.

Not only that, he actively channeled more magic power into his basal vessels in exchange for even more powerful dragon-attribute energy.

The energy glands within his body, resembling thick, muscular tubes, were visibly expanding, with an even richer concentration of dragon-attribute energy circulating and merging with his body surface to form a thick black mist.

Protected by this power, Baragas suddenly spread its wings and charged to one side at high speed, forcibly breaking out of the range of "Solar Radiance".

At the same time, a deep sense of frustration and resentment welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He thought that with new power he would surely be able to avenge his previous defeat, but he did not expect that he would be even more helpless when facing that damned red dragon.

Am I really inferior to him? Even with this damned human spellcaster added to the mix, am I still inferior?

The situation before him was beyond Balagas's expectations. He carefully examined his body and found that most of the magical means that had restricted him during the burst of dragon-attribute energy had been broken through.

Even if he wanted to lie low for now, it would be impossible. As a powerful spellcaster, Manson couldn't possibly be unaware that his spell had been broken.

So, should we retreat now, or...?

Before he could make up his mind, a cold voice rang out in front of him.

"Protect me, get closer to that red dragon!"

It's ironic that a spellcaster, instead of trying to create distance, actively approaches a red dragon.

However, at this moment, the only means that Manson could think of to deal with Saul was to stop time.

After all, conventional attack methods are simply unable to penetrate the monster's magic resistance, and various powerful spells and rituals require a certain amount of preparation time.

Unfortunately, the red dragon's incredible speed and terrifying breath attack gave him no chance to prepare.

Only by first using time stop to restrict it can you buy yourself enough time to find a glimmer of hope for victory.

Upon hearing this, Baragas's eyes flashed. He clenched his claws into a ball, enveloping the black-robed mage within them. With a flap of his wings, he charged towards the gradually fading sun.

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The continuous release of energy had caused Thor's body temperature to soar to an extremely terrifying level, even scorching the surrounding air into high-temperature plasma, like drifting clouds of light.

He exhaled a long breath of hot air, and his molten gold pupils swept across the area, locking onto Baragas flying in from afar.

The violent outburst had already consumed a lot of his energy, so he did not continue to spew out attacks. Instead, he spread his wings and transformed into a dazzling meteor to meet the attack head-on.

A flight speed exceeding Mach 10 is beyond the range that most living organisms can perceive.

Even the most powerful warriors would have difficulty seeing the crimson meteor clearly, let alone reacting to it.

Fortunately, Manson was not only a powerful spellcaster, but he had also long ago transformed his body into that of an ancient vampire.

This allowed him to precisely grasp that fraction of a second of time, releasing the spell he had prepared in advance the instant he made contact with the Red Emperor.

It was as if invisible ripples swept across at the speed of light, causing the gale-force winds blowing high in the sky, the burning flames, and the ferocious red dragon coming head-on to completely freeze in place.

That familiar feeling of being almost detached from thought and consciousness made Thor realize immediately what kind of spell he had been under.

A violent surge of consciousness coursed through his mind, constantly assaulting that invisible boundary, causing subtle ripples to appear around his body.

Mansong felt once again that the magical power within his body was rapidly draining away, even faster than before.

He had no time to be astonished by the red dragon's rapid growth; he simply kept chanting ancient and profound incantations.

First, a silver-blue shockwave exploded outwards. This was Duncan's Great Disintegration spell, capable of destroying most magical items, as well as various resistances and buffs based on magic.

Then came a stream of silvery-white light—Arcane Fire, the simplest and purest single-target attack. The replica ring on his left hand shimmered, and another stream of light surged out almost simultaneously.

But none of these are the ultimate killing moves. The truly powerful move is the word "death" that it utters softly.

This is the Ninth Ring True Word Technique: Death, which can instantly kill creatures with low vitality.

First reduce its resistance, then severely injure it, and finally finish it off.

This is undoubtedly the most powerful combination of spells that Manson could unleash in a short period of time.

When the frozen time resumed its flow, Thor revealed an almost manic grin as he faced the spell that was within reach. Instead of dodging or defending, he accelerated forward to meet it.

First, a strange ripple swept across, instantly dimming the luster of its scales. Then, a sharp pain shot through its chest, and a moment of inexplicable dizziness washed over it.

In the next instant, he crashed down with unparalleled momentum.

Manson could only sigh helplessly at this; the resistance and vitality of such a giant creature as the true dragon were simply too immense, and even so, it was impossible to kill it.

But he was not discouraged by this; his long life had already allowed him to experience too much and face everything with composure.

No life is truly perfect; even gods perish.

He already possesses the power of the Mad Dragon and the blood of the Red Emperor. Given more time to study it, he will definitely be able to find the Red Dragon's weakness.

Just as he was about to ask Baragas to protect him and retreat temporarily, he felt a violent force suddenly come from behind. He turned his head in disbelief and saw the ferocious and gleeful smile on Baragas's face.

Chapter 340 Crushing to Death

"How dare you betray me!!"

Anger surged through Manson's mind, and a surge of power enveloped his body as he charged straight toward the oncoming Red Emperor.

He didn't have time to think about what had happened or why the many magical restraints he had set up suddenly failed.

In a split second, he could only activate all the spells on his body at once. The magic runes on his wide robes suddenly lit up, and the amulets hanging at his waist shattered into pieces.

Dense magical light intertwined on its body, forming numerous magical shields, layer upon layer, shimmering like neon lights.

The next instant, Thor's massive body crashed down with unparalleled power.

Those magical shields that were strong enough to withstand the full force of a high-level warrior were as fragile as eggshells in front of him, unable to provide even the slightest resistance, and were all shattered into countless specks of light.

His massive claws plunged straight in, piercing through all obstacles in the blink of an eye, and seized Mansong's body.

"Gotcha, you bug!"

When those thick, five fingers tightened inward with force, the power, like that of a hydraulic press weighing millions of tons, relentlessly crushed Mansong's body.

Such immense force would likely crush even a legendary warrior. While the ancient vampire's physique is undoubtedly remarkable, how could it withstand such devastation?

A series of fine cracking sounds rang out, and Mansong's bones shattered instantly, his flesh turning into a pulp that gushed out of his pale skin.

A legendary spellcaster seemed to have fallen, but the next moment, the splattered blood was strangely suspended in the air by an inexplicable force.

As an ancient vampire, he may not be outstanding in other aspects, but when it comes to vitality, he is almost like an unkillable cockroach.

He no longer has any weaknesses in the conventional sense. Even if his heart and brain are damaged at the same time, as long as there is still blood, he can still repair himself quickly.

If an assassin or warrior, after exhausting all their strength to rush to Manson's side, were to sever his head or pierce his heart with a single blow, and just when they thought they had accomplished their mission, were to find that the other's wounds had healed in an instant, they would probably fall into despair.

Unfortunately, Thor was not a weak warrior or assassin, but a dragon, a powerful red dragon.

As soon as his claws were empty, Mansong's corpse rapidly disintegrated and exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Thor immediately clasped his claws together, unleashing the Storm Authority from the Steel Dragon.

The howling air currents in the sky seemed to be drawn by something, and began to converge wildly towards the center of his claws. The powerful attraction sucked in all the blood mist, gradually gathering it into a ball.

This crimson blood mass, over a meter in diameter, was enveloped by a layer of bluish-white storm barrier. It was constantly turbulent, and numerous blurry facial features emerged from it, struggling and surging wildly in all directions, but they could never break free from the restraints.

Seemingly realizing that it had lost any chance of escape, after a brief period of agitation, the blood mass quickly calmed down, and Manson's face appeared in the center.

"You think you can kill me like this? You ignorant reptile! This is just an avatar of mine. I'll be back soon. You can never kill me!"

The cold voice carried a strong sense of confidence and the arrogance of a top spellcaster.

Thor merely grinned maliciously, disdaining to waste words on this dying bastard. He opened his ferocious maw slightly and unleashed a scorching dragon breath.

When the scorching flames fell into the spherical storm barrier, it instantly transformed it into a terrifying high-temperature furnace.

Temperatures of thousands or tens of thousands of degrees can melt even metal instantly, let alone the flesh and blood of a vampire.

With a piercing scream, the crimson blood mass shrank at a visible speed, wisps of black smoke rose up, were swept back by the storm, and burned a second time.