Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 325: 323 Mysterious White Light_1

Translator: 549690339

Gazing at the increasingly closer Purgatory Demon Dragon, the Death Lord stretches out his intact arm, pointing at it from afar.

Dark magical energy spreads along his arm, quickly condensing into a sharp bone spear.

The spearhead is a dark green, thick and viscous substance, clearly with a deadly poison.

This magic may seem simple, but it has caused some trouble for the Golden Dragon previously.

Swish!

The bone spear, sinister and terrifying, bolts toward the Purgatory Demon Dragon, which remains unflinching.

By the time the spear has almost reached the dragon, the Black Dragon stretches out its front claws to block the spear’s path.

Crunch!

Although it appeared to be blocked by some transparent barrier, the bone spear still penetrated the Black Dragon’s flesh effortlessly, settling in its claw.

Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be a fatal blow.

But Death Lord’s spell isn’t limited to the piercing damage of the bone spear. When he sees the poisonous viscous liquid of the spearhead pierce the Black Dragon’s flesh, Death Lord breathes a sigh of relief.

He has concentrated even more venom on the spear this time, its toxicity is more potent, enough to bring down an adult dragon with just a touch.

As long as this Black Dragon isn’t a Green Dragon with immunity to poisonous damage, it would probably be poisoned before reaching the Death Lord.

With this thought, the Death Lord’s mood lifts slightly.

Although his armor has suffered heavy losses, if he could get the corpse and bones of the Golden Dragon and this strange Black Dragon as spoils of war, he might not be at a loss.

And so, the time seems to be up

As for what time? Well, of course, it’s time for the Black Dragon to succumb to the venom’s effect and crash down!

As he contemplated the countdown, Death Lord beats his dark wings, retreating backward.

He doesn’t want to be caught in the dragon’s final burst.

Ten? ?nine? ?three? ?two? ?one!

That should about do it, the Black Dragon should be falling now!

As this thought crosses Death Lord’s mind, he can’t help but stop his retreat, looking up to judge the Black Dragon’s condition.

But this pause leads to trouble.

What does he see?

The Black Dragon doesn’t plummet as expected, unable to bear the encroachment of the venom.

Instead, it takes advantage of Death Lord’s momentary distraction, flying above him and fiercely swiping its claw downward.

There are no signs of poisoning.

Moreover, the bone spear lodged in the converging claws has long since vanished, and the wound caused by the spear has already healed unnoticed.

Dammit, what’s going on?

Before the Death Lord can react, he finds himself firmly grasped in the Purgatory Demon Dragon’s claw.

Even though Death Lord’s size is impressive, compared to the Purgatory Demon Dragon clutching him, he’s still far outmatched.

Surveying his surroundings and sensing his predicament, Death Lord mutters to himself, “This scenario seems? ?familiar.”

Despite being in mortal danger, he doesn’t seem to panic.

He has been treated this way by the Golden Dragon before, so this time, it’s just a repeat performance.

Whoosh!

As the sound echoes, dark green flames ignite on Death Lord’s body and quickly spread to the Purgatory Demon Dragon.

He scoffs, convinced that the Black Dragon is, indeed, foolish.

Despite observing him for so long, the creature repeats the same mistake as the Golden Dragon.

Wait

Why does this feel eerily similar?

No, no, no! It must be his overactive imagination

Death Lord shakes his head, but when he tries to stretch and flex his wings, he realizes that the dragon’s grip isn’t loosening at all.

Even worse, the force within the dragon’s grasp grows stronger.

Damn it, this Black Dragon has an extraordinary tolerance for pain.

Could it be trying to crush him before its own claw is completely eroded by the Flame of Annihilation?

However, Death Lord’s fears prove unfounded.

As his thoughts race, the Black Dragon speaks.

“So, this is the so-called Flame of Annihilation? ”

The Black Dragon gazes with interest at the green flames dancing merrily on its claw like flames of jolliness.

It quickly concludes, “Although it’s called a flame, it contains no fire damage; instead, it possesses a powerful corrosive force.

No wonder even the Golden Dragon couldn’t withstand its erosion. Death Lord? ?No! Legendary Witch Demon Moray, you have indeed been masterful in the Dark Domain for such a long time!”

“Moray?”

Upon hearing this familiar name, Death Lord’s shock turns to a harsh questioning tone, “Where did you hear that name?”

Unfortunately, the Black Dragon doesn’t directly answer him, instead tightening its grip even more.

The terrifying pressure makes Death Lord’s armor emit a series of ear-piercing wails. Judging from the sheer force, this bizarre Black Dragon is much stronger than the Golden Dragon.

Damn it, isn’t this just a 30-meter-long Black Dragon?

Where did this troublesome freak come from? Even when facing Spider Goddess Rose’s avatar, he didn’t feel this powerless

Thankfully, its claw should be eroded by the Flame of Annihilation in no time.

However, when facing this Black Dragon, his plans never seem to go as hoped, and that might be the case again this time

Hastily banishing those strange thoughts from his mind, Death Lord focuses on the raging Flame of Annihilation.

Regardless, he needs to see the results with his own eyes to assure himself.

But one glance not only fails to reassure him but leaves him even more baffled.

Where are the Flames of Annihilation?

They were just here; where did the countless Flames of Annihilation go?

Death Lord stares at the Black Dragon’s claw, utterly disbelieving. At this moment, the dragon’s claw is smooth and gleaming, its black scales reflecting a dazzling luster under the dawn’s faint light.

Not only are the green Flames of Annihilation missing, but there’s also no sign of any corrosion on the Black Dragon’s claw.

Wait, there’s something odd about the luster on the Black Dragon’s scales.

Initially, Death Lord assumes it’s just the Black Dragon’s scales reflecting light, but upon closer inspection, he can see what’s really happening.

This isn’t reflected light; it’s a white glow exuding from within the Black Dragon’s scales!