Chapter 1280
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Unexpectedly, when the claw landed, Ghost Chariot's neck was crushed, but no blood flowed out. Instead, the blood slowly faded.
"So fast!"
An expert with good eyesight was shocked. Ghost Chariot's speed was so fast that he had escaped in an instant.
Swish …
The scorching claw crushed Ghost Chariot's neck, and the terrifying aura shattered Ghost Chariot's afterimage. The claw did not change, but it suddenly drew a moving arc in the void, and extended to the side like lightning.
Just as the claw reached out to the side, the space in front of it suddenly distorted. A crimson rune light erupted like a bolt of lightning, and a fist suddenly blasted out. It was simple, direct, fierce, and ruthless.
Boom!
As Ghost Chariot's punch blasted out, monstrous waves rose around the distorted space, and the exploding blood-red runes flooded a large area of space, as if a bloody rain was falling, covering the sky and earth. Along with an extremely terrifying might, it abruptly rippled out.
Bam!
A claw and a punch collided, and a huge sonic boom erupted, shaking the surrounding space and exploding it. The fiery runes and blood-red runes flooded the air.
Thud thud …
In the exploded space, two figures were pushed back almost at the same time.
"Chi la la …"
However, Ghost Chariot's body directly fell to the ground, and a powerful hidden force surged into his body, bringing with it a terrifying pressure. His feet scraped the ground, revealing a deep gully. In the end, he crashed into a huge rock, and the huge rock was instantly shattered into dust. Only then did he stabilize his body.
After stabilizing his body with great difficulty, Ghost Chariot's face was pale. His injuries had not recovered much in the past few days, and at this moment, he seemed to have suffered a great loss again. He looked up at the figure in the air who had been pushed back but had now stabilized, and his expression changed slightly.
It was a young man in a fiery red battle robe, with an extraordinary temperament. He looked to be in his late twenties, and his aura faintly spread out. Runes flickered, and there seemed to be a fiery dragon faintly circling around his body. He was majestic and proud, and his aura made the surrounding beasts prostrate for no reason.
"Dragons, Dragon Seven."
Ghost Chariot raised his eyebrows, and his expression darkened.
"It's the Dragons!"
"It looks like Dragon Seven. It's him!"
As the young man in scarlet red clothes stepped out, everyone's hearts trembled. Then, an uproar broke out. That was the aura of the Dragons. It was someone from the Dragons' side. Some beasts had seen him before and recognized him immediately.
"The Seventh Prince of the Dragons!"
All the beasts in the surroundings trembled. Under that invisible dragon might, all of them were trembling with fear.
Xue Ling, Ao Long, and Xiong Ya looked at each other, their eyes darkening.
On the other hand, the Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, and the others' expressions became even more unsightly. Their faces were practically twisted together.
"It's getting more and more lively."
Not far away, the Zither Demon Shangguan Qi Xian's handsome face didn't look any better.
[I've been sitting in front of the computer for the entire time. I've spent more than three hours writing such a pitiful amount of words. Actually, I'm not satisfied with the 2,000-word battle that I deleted. I just feel that something is wrong. Xiao Yu is so sad that he's having trouble writing. I've decided to sleep for a while before writing again. Brothers, we've been scolded, so we'll make up for it tomorrow.
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