PAID

The massive bronze dragon was flung through the air, crashing through two towering buildings before plummeting heavily into a pile of rubble.

Its enormous body dissolved into faint specks of light, leaving Morgan sprawled amid the debris, his limbs trembling with pain that radiated through every bone in his body.

He tried to rise but found himself powerless, the searing pain in his chest making it almost impossible to breathe.

Morgan opened his eyes, struggling to focus on the battlefield ahead.

The monster known as Ultimate Fear continued to crush the Dragon Kings one by one, as if swatting away insignificant pests.

With a sweep of its massive wings, it knocked Rosvisser out of the air. It then grabbed Isha, who had just clawed her way out of the ground, and slammed her to the earth. Without missing a beat, it dragged Isha's massive dragon form across the battlefield, carving deep trenches into the ground amidst flying debris, blood, and fire.

The air was filled with the piercing cries of dragons and the sound of chaos.

Every being on this battlefield was among the strongest of their kind, kings of kings.

And yet, before Ultimate Fear, they were as fragile and insignificant as ants.

Morgan could feel it clearly—this battle was only making Ultimate Fear stronger.

“The Silver Dragon Prince said we need to defeat it before it absorbs any more negative energy,” Morgan muttered.

With a deep breath, he forced himself upright, wiping the blood from his mouth as his unwavering gaze locked onto the monstrosity ahead.

“But at this rate… forget defeating it, we can barely stall it.”@@novelbin@@

“Morgan! Morgan! Are you alright?”

A voice called out from nearby.

Morgan turned his head, squinting through the dust.

“It’s you, Dimorsi.”

The Tower Master rushed over, grabbing Morgan’s arm to help him up.

“How badly are you hurt?”

Morgan glanced down at his battered and bloodied body, then up at Dimorsi with a wry smile.

“Isn’t it obvious?”