Capítulo 1889: Chapter 615: Blood Magic—Crimson Shackle Domain!
The cold sweat that broke out on the Aegean Natives at that moment was enough to nourish a beached whale on the sands.
If the sudden appearance of the Demon Dragon was like a blow to the head, throwing the thoughts of the Aegean Natives into chaos and confusion, then the unexpected arrival of the Demon Clan’s elite army was akin to kicking all the Aegean Natives into an abyss of unknowns and fog.
In this complex battlefield with intertwining major forces, even the calmest and smartest Aegean wise ones couldn’t predict in which direction the situation would develop next.
Nirwinke and the few remaining Underworld Clan Magical Beasts were thoroughly disheartened.
A chill spread from their feet to their hearts, paralyzing their vision and soul, bringing out deep despair.
Although the Blood River Commander just made a blunder, confusing the Demon Dragon and the Giant Dragon due to their similar appearance and aura, it wouldn’t make such a low-level mistake when facing the uniquely-featured Demon Clan.
No matter which version of time-space knowledge in any dimension world, the label of the Demon Clan is undoubtedly that of an aggressively dangerous character!
Names of top Demon Clan powerhouses such as the Six-winged Fallen Angel, Dreadlord, and the Witch King, renowned as the “Elemental Black Hole”, are famous in any dimension world.
With the Demon Dragon present, even the Netherworld Beasts couldn’t break through the “Space-Time Rift”, let alone now that a group of Demon Clan experts was clutching the throat of the “Space-Time Rift”?
The passage back to the Netherworld was right before them, yet Nirwinke knew there was no way out.
Seeing the Demon Clan appear, Liu Zhenhuan’s face didn’t look good either, the smile on his lips hardened in an instant.
In his preliminary plan, relying on Rommel’s intelligence and the geographic and climatic advantages of the Southern Cross Star Forest, Feyrengu, gathering strong support inside and out, should at least cripple the Underworld Clan, if not completely bury them, and ruin the twisted teleportation function of the “Space-Time Rift” should not have been difficult.
Now, the actual situation was the exact opposite of his initial intention—the Underworld Clan became the prey of the Aegean, but the Aegean experts were also blocked by the Demon Alliance Army.
In a common saying, he only guessed the beginning of the story but not the end.
Compared to the Netherworld Beasts and Aegean Natives, the elite army of the Demon Clan was even more mentally shocked.
Even if the three Witch Kings came to the scene simultaneously, facing the arrogant formation of the Aegean Dragon, Demon Dragon, and top Netherworld Beasts, witnessing the endless lush primal forest tremble the earth, they could no longer maintain superiority and restraint, let alone other Demon Clans?
Faced with such a number of supreme powerhouses, even the Dreadlord George Betts took a sharp breath, unable to recover for a while.
Apart from the Demon Dragon letting out a long sigh, both the Underworld Clan, Demon Clan, and Aegean Natives fell into a very brief, yet seemingly century-long silence in the eyes of those involved.
A network of interlocking hostile gazes ignited the air, burning hot.
Standing at this fate-crossed juncture, on the volcano’s mouth that will certainly affect future historical records, every leader was somewhat bewildered and at a loss.
Except for the Demon Dragon Crown Prince Alandron who was whispering with the Dreadlord and Six-winged Heavenly King, all the eyes of the Demon Clan were fixed on Old Liu.
The black ice flame battle flag of the “Ice Throne Battle Armor” fluttered, but could not conceal those eyes flashing with a silver southern cross star and the silver-eyed insignia at the brow.
Liu Zhenhuan shot a fierce look back at this bunch of fools.
Glistening with a beautiful azure glow all over, the Castle Lion Dragon, pure and clear like a gem crystal, elegantly flapped its blue fleshy wings, and its delicate, slender-scaled neck raised to the sky, let out a clear dragon roar.
As a high and mighty Otherworldly Giant Dragon, feeling ignored and forgotten since its appearance, the Castle Lion Dragon felt very displeased.
“Fellow Aegeans, is it with cowardice that you welcome my arrival upon first meeting?” The Castle Lion Dragon, using rippling mental power language, stirred the blood lurking in every Aegean Dragon’s bones.
Summoned creatures and spellcasters have a direct mental connection, the death of the ancient Giant Dragon Wenger was not a secret to the Castle Lion Dragon.
Compared to other kinds of summoning magic, the target of “Dragon Language Grand Summon” is the Dragon Realm creatures, with an innate affinity and unspeakable blood ties with the Aegean Dragon, leaving no possibility for the Castle Lion Dragon to abandon its summoning mission.
A single twitch of a nerve could trigger a chain reaction; the restlessness of the Aegean Dragons immediately provoked full alertness among the Demon Dragon, Demon Clan, and Underworld Clan, and a earth-shattering battle seemed imminent.
“Everyone hold your horses for now!” Liu Zhenhuan’s “Wings of Starry Sky” fluttered, swiftly darted in front of the restless dragons, and drew his Jing Gold double-edged battle axe across.
The lion’s head of the Castle Lion Dragon glanced back at all the Demon Dragons, a single flap of its blue wings caused its body to twist into a series of tilted figure-eight rolls in the air, trailing a hazy phantom, suddenly came to an abrupt halt, quietly parked in front of all the Demon Dragons.
“Be quiet for me…” The Castle Lion Dragon’s ocean-deep azure eyes swept meaningfully over all the Demon Dragons, its transparent, glistening garlic-bulb nose occasionally releasing a gust of air, fluttering its three long blue beards up and down: “I’ve long heard of the grudges among you, but I can’t help but want to ask in person, Demon Dragons who abandoned the Haibo Halo, you share a common lineage with the Aegean Dragons, why must you slaughter each other?”