The Black Dragon's strength, in perception, can only be considered average, and it actually does not affect the development of the battle. However, that was their first reaction. When the Black Dragon that was kicked down climbed up from the ground, it felt a powerful force erupting in its body.
"Squeak—!" The tough bones of the Black Dragon emitted a mournful creaking sound under this force. Its eyes were bloodshot, hot flames spewed from its nostrils, muscles bulged, and the desire for destruction in its heart continued to grow stronger.
"Roar—!" The Black Dragon roared, the power in its body erupting more and more. If not released, it felt like it would explode.
So, it turned its gaze towards several followers of the war gods!
"Bang—!" Its massive body suddenly disappeared from its original position, dragon claws clenched into fists and punched forward. The scattered fist wind broke the millennium-old trees around its waist, and a warrior follower was punched into a mist of blood with one blow.
"Roar—!" The Black Dragon then unleashed a black dragon breath, sweeping around like a laser cannon from a space warship, forcing the nearby war god followers to retreat.
"Puff—!"
"Puff—!" Two massive spells fell, but as soon as they touched the Black Dragon's body, they turned into two dazzling fireworks, inflicting no substantial damage!
"Huff, huff, huff—!" The Black Dragon flapped its black wings wildly, creating a powerful storm comparable to magic. The strong wind knocked down rows of trees around, and sand and stones were scattered everywhere.
"Puff—!" Another punch shattered a war god's follower into a mist of blood. The Black Dragon felt incredibly powerful, as if it could crush everything in front of it. Even opponents it had previously felt inferior to could now be easily crushed. It even felt a desire to challenge the Dragon King.
The Black Dragon rampaged, crushing the war god's followers one by one. The stronger ones among the war god followers all died in its hands in just a few strikes. Then, it turned its gaze towards the other war god's followers, leaving a trail of crushed or shattered corpses wherever it went!
"Roar—!" The Black Dragon roared, with its strong desire for destruction finally vented, but not completely calmed. Its eyes were still red as it looked at the other living elves around, its pupils still gleaming with a bloodthirsty light!
The elven clan initially thought that the Black Dragon had come to help, but looking at its dangerous eyes, they realized things were not so simple. The Black Dragon was not here to help at all; it had gone berserk!
However, just as the elves were feeling nervous, a dark shadow fell heavily on the Black Dragon's head, smashing it into the ground.
"Your control is just too weak. A slight increase in your power and you can't control it anymore!" Bexia released the power he had sent into the Black Dragon, causing it to weaken instantly, its body twitching clearly due to overuse of power.
"Thank you for helping, sir!" A human mage in a black robe from the elven clan stepped forward and thanked Bexia. They were mages from the Tower of Wisdom who came to support the elves.
"Oh! I'm not here to save anyone!" Bexia glanced at the mage in the black robe, then looked at the only elf who seemed somewhat familiar, although possessing significant Divinity, her strength was still lacking.
"I wonder if she remembers me?" Bexia leaped off the Black Dragon's head, walked slowly towards Eileen, and asked her, "Long time no see?"
"Do I… Do I know you?" Eileen furrowed her brows, trying hard to recall her memory, seemingly unable to connect Bexia with anyone.
"Have you forgotten? When you just resurrected, you took something of mine?" Bexia reminded her, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
Upon hearing Bexia's words, the others subconsciously felt uneasy. They regarded Bexia as a super powerful being. After all, the proud Dragon Race was not something to be trampled on lightly!
"This sir, Elder Eileen is not actually a descendant of our elven clan. She just happened to faint in our tribe's territory, so we took her in..." an aged elven warrior rushed out and quickly distanced themselves from Eileen. Although a bit forceful, in his view, it was not wrong.
Offending a super powerful being for an outsider elf was obviously not worth it!
"It's you…" Eileen finally recalled that incident in her hazy memory, looking at Bexia in astonishment, her pale pink lips slightly parted.
"Are you also someone sent here through a spatial rift?" Eileen asked in surprise.
"A spatial rift? If you are talking about a group of worms' rift, that is not a spatial rift, but a temporal-spatial rift!" Bexia was actually quite curious about how Eileen had ended up here. A spatial rift was clearly impossible, only the temporal-spatial rift that Gelnar had produced could reach this place.
"A temporal-spatial rift?! That one?" From Eileen's reply, it was obvious that Bexia's guess was correct, but there was also a hint of disappointment in his heart. If there were other ways to come here, maybe he could find a way to leave this world in reverse.
