In this frenzied state, the evil dragon's entire body has transformed into terrifying weapons of attack, targeting Wang Xiaole with retaliatory strikes.
Meanwhile, under the immense pressure, Wang Xiaole also unleashes all his strength, combining his dual daggers with the holy power within him, engaging in a fierce battle with the dragon.
Neither side has any intention of backing down.
Every strike delivered by the evil dragon is incredibly powerful.
It wields elements and magical forces with ease, continuously unleashing devastating attacks exuding a strong intent to kill;
The destructive power of its attacks far surpasses those of its companion who relied on fusion.
However, the evil dragon remains unsatisfied because even with such immense power, it is unable to gain the upper hand even for a moment in the current situation.
At first glance, it seems like Wang Xiaole and the dragon are completely locked in a fierce battle, evenly matched with neither able to overcome the other in the short term.
But in reality, the evil dragon is constantly launching fierce attacks to temporarily maintain the situation.
It's like an athlete sprinting with all their might from the start, exhibiting astonishing short-term explosiveness;
Yet, with prolonged combat, its condition will gradually deteriorate until it eventually declines completely.
For the current evil dragon, the equation "deadlock = prolonged = death" is absolutely correct.
At the moment of life and death, it hesitates no more;
The magical light erupting from its body reveals in Wang Xiaole's eyes gigantic dragon fangs, seemingly real;
These are the most powerful moves condensed by the dragon, capable of tearing apart any opposing target, delivering the most terrifying and deadly blows!
Between the gnashing of the dragon fangs bursts forth the purest destructive power;
Under this forceful rending, space distorts, elements shatter, and the entire area seems on the brink of destruction.
At this moment, everything appears to be completely trapped and unable to escape the killing range of these sharp dragon fangs, even White feels an immense pressure.
At this moment, Wang Xiaole can no longer rely on tricks; he can only determine a complete victory or defeat through a straightforward confrontation with his opponent.
As soon as his shout falls, the bright silver twin daggers in his hands emit a dazzling light, gathering a tremendous power on them;
From a special perspective, one could seemingly see within them a vast river of light and darkness, where light (holy power) and darkness (magic power) flowed continuously.
At this moment, within these twin daggers, it seems like the endless cycle of life from birth to destruction is constantly replaying, demonstrating the cyclical nature of the universe;
And within this moment, there is a glimpse of the miniature universe...
Only those who have seen through life and death, understanding creation and destruction, can deliver the next strike!
It seems as if all the surrounding sounds have been swallowed up by this strike, as the black light unleashed by Wang Xiaole directly strikes the approaching dragon fangs.
The collision of the two forces releases a terrifying aura.
Shortly after, the huge dragon fangs begin to violently tremble under the black light;
Cracks begin to emerge continuously on the fangs;
In an instant, the cracks cover the entire fangs;
And then, they explode into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
Within this strike of Wang Xiaole, containing both the light and darkness powers, even the dragon fangs powerful enough to kill a Nation-Toppling expert cannot withstand the collapse.
After all, the power contained within is too terrifying, capable of destroying one side of the world, extinguishing all life beneath that world.
After cutting off the dragon fangs with his dagger, Wang Xiaole shifts his control over the black light and with incredible speed, directs it towards the evil dragon ahead.
The speed of the black light's attack leaves the dragon with no room to dodge, giving it a swift visual impact.
As the black light flashes before the dragon, a light sound of flesh being cut is heard, and a string of blood beads is lifted;
If sunlight were to shine upon it, the blood beads would reflect a luster akin to ruby.
Shortly after the deadly blow hits, the dragon's body tilts forward;
It falls like a giant tree, crashing swiftly onto the surface, causing a final violent tremor.
Prior to this, there were over ten powerful dragons on this land, but now not a single one remains.
Where these dragons fought, it looks as if a disaster named "earthquake" had ravaged the area, leaving it shattered after the battle.
Due to the ground shaking and the dust rising, Wang Xiaole and White are temporarily separated;
Not for long, only a few seconds.
In the chaotic visual environment, White tries to find her "big brother";
At this moment, a taller shadow approaches, and White instinctively moves towards it.
After taking the first step, White suddenly realizes:
No, upon closer listen, these footsteps do not belong to her "big brother."
She realizes it too late, because at that moment, the shadow takes advantage of her unguarded moment and delivers a punch.
Bang!
Wang Xiaole is able to locate White mainly because of the muffled sound that resonates out.
In an instant, Wang Xiaole steps towards the direction of the sound, and soon sees White being held by someone by the neck.
The person holding White is the same person who punched her;
White is not weak, and usually wouldn't easily succumb like this. The only three people across the continent capable of doing this are none other than the Empress, Wang Xiaole, and one other – Nan Yizheng;
At present, standing opposite Wang Xiaole is this person.
"Long time no see."
Out of politeness, Nan Yizheng greets.
It should be noted that this man in fine attire had long arrived, but had been waiting in hiding for the right moment, hence only now formally showing himself.
"Is it you? Coming to me willingly is best. Tell me, why do you want to die like this?"
Since witnessing White struggling to breathe, Wang Xiaole had prepared himself to kill Nan Yizheng; there was no room for negotiation.
"Die? A thought-provoking term... It's as if, before it happened, I never thought my foolish son at home would die at the hands of a wandering duo like you."
"If you seek revenge, come at me. Let her go. Your son's death has nothing to do with her. If you want to fight to death, it will be between you and me!"
"Heh heh heh."
Nan Yizheng lets out a sardonic laugh, turning his pale face to study his enemy curiously.
"My son was not killed by this beastkin, but he can never return. Whether I kill her or let her go, that child will never come back..."
"So what do you want? Do you want me to pay with my life for your son's?"
"And then what? Even if I take your life, my hollow heart will never be filled unless – as a father, I take everything from you, my enemy, with my own hands."
With that, Nan Yizheng raises his other hand, grabbing White's hair and torturing her with a force almost tearing off her scalp.
"I've thought about it. It seems there's nothing particularly important on a wanderer like you; and according to the intelligence network, you have no family in this world; in that case, it seems that I can only find reparation from this beastkin."
Taking out a small knife, Nan Yizheng traces circles in the air, then aims the blade at White's face, clearly intending to do something unspeakable.
"I wonder where to stab this knife? Should I leave a few marks on her face, or should I cut pieces of her flesh? It's quite a dilemma!"
...
In silence, Wang Xiaole steadily approaches Nan Yizheng;
The expression on his face now reflects precisely what the other party mentioned:
"Terrifying, to prepare to sacrifice oneself in such a way. Courage is commendable, but do you disregard her life?"
"If you dare to do so, to die without regrets – that would be a luxury for you!"
As Wang Xiaole utters these words, he continues moving forward without stopping, gradually closing the distance to Nan Yizheng.
His imposing aura forces Nan Yizheng to retreat not out of fear, but out of genuine concern that it might lead to an unexpected turn of events if they get too close.
For now, it's a situation where one person is steadily approaching while the other keeps retreating.
After this continued for about ten minutes, there was finally a change.
At present, Nan Yizheng has retreated to the entrance of a plaza.
Just by glancing at the mercenaries armed with knives and guns surrounding the area, it becomes evident that they deliberately lured him here.
In fact, from the moment of his retreat, Nan Yizheng had been executing his first and only plan.
After leading his adversary into this ambush where he could exact revenge, Nan Yizheng smirks, raises a hand, and gestures towards Wang Xiaole in front:
"Let's play a little game. The players include my private troops, and the winner's reward is the life of this beastkin."
At the command to form defenses, Nan Yizheng leaps back, faces a high platform, then quickly runs to the top.
The platform itself resembles an execution ground, with tools used for beheadings placed there. To explain further:
Beneath a large guillotine is a device used to secure the prisoner's head; these two items are used together;
Now, Nan Yizheng forces White's head into the device, separating her neck from the body, and positions her by the lever of the guillotine.
White is now restrained by the device and cannot move;
Since there's no need to control the hostage's movement, Nan Yizheng stands relaxed, raising his arm high so that Wang Xiaole can clearly focus on what's happening.
"Let's play a 'decapitation game.' Within the next minute, you must overcome obstacles from multiple directions and rush desperately to the side of this beastkin. If you fail to do so within the time limit..."
