"Polis, so that's what you think." After the storm disappeared, Zhao Mai still hovered in the air. Wild wisps of smoke, black, gray, red and brown, rose from his skin. But in the end, the only color left on him was blue, burning blue like flames. "Since you have chosen this path, for me, I can only fight hard until the last choice."

Polis crushed the obsidian in his hand, and they turned into brown sand, just like the sand outside the city. Once upon a time, Atas was full of plants and animals, growing freely and luxuriantly. They were all drained by the magic of extracting life, that is, the dragon magic, and the vitality turned into energy, and the fertile soil became scorched earth. When the wind of death blew, it was the yellow sand now.

Murder, genocide, and all kinds of sins are endless. Zhao Mai grabbed the sword and rushed towards the Dragon Emperor, and must kill him! Polis opened his mouth and sprayed out a scorching cone of sand. Each grain of sand emitted white light, enough to burn through the flesh and blood and melt steel. This is the unique spit attack of Atas Dragon: sand.

Even Zhao Mai dared not snatch his sharp edge. The z-worm cells would be melted down directly, so he had to regenerate from scratch, which would consume too much time and energy. Zhao Mai used the second stage to jump in the air to make a high-speed turning point. The general naked eye could not see how he moved. Polis narrowed his eyes and swung his neck hard, spreading the hot sand in the air, covering a larger space, and he could not see Zhao Mai's instant acceleration.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his neck, and Zhao Mai jumped behind him at some point. The Eight-Eyed Sword slashed down diagonally, causing huge damage to its scales. Under countless flying fragments, the wound was filled with blood. The rolled skin and flesh squirmed hard and quickly healed in the yellow pus. Zhao Mai slashed down diagonally, slashing along the back of his neck to his waist and abdomen. He tried to cut open the skin and exposed his internal organs, but encountered an embarrassing thing. The Dragon Emperor's huge size, scales, hard skin, and the fat and muscles under the skin were far more thick than the length of the Eyed Sword, and it was impossible to cut through.

"You dare to hurt me!" The Dragon Emperor tried hard to twist his body. He knew that his body could not catch up with Zhao Mai, so he could only rely on the power of spells. Around his body, many lines woven by flames and lightning appeared, and they were swung around him as his body twisted, like a sea anemone shaking tentacles. The tentacles of these spells were very dense, and once they touched Zhao Mai, they would try to entangle him, slow him down and hurt him. The Dragon Emperor's spells were powerful, and those light and heat were extremely harmful to all living bodies. Zhao Mai could exchange injuries for injuries, but when they hit these spell tentacles, they would only hurt themselves, which was useless in the battle situation.

Zhao Mai flew around the Dragon Emperor and threw out ice javelins. The javelins hit the spell tentacles and annihilate each other, causing a violent explosion. If inserted into the dragon, it will continuously release cold air and frostbite Polis. However, this damage will not last long, because the Dragon Emperor will use his spiritual power to pull out the ice javelin and throw it away. It spews hot sand in all directions, trying to chase the annoying black spot in his sight.

No one of the two can do anything to each other at the moment. The Dragon Emperor's attack spell is quite powerful, but he cannot lock in Zhao Mai, so he is always avoided. Zhao Mai's strongest physical attack method is the Eight-Eyed Sword, the Ice Javelin and the Fist, and the damage they can cause is very limited. It has to be said that the Dragon Emperor is the toughest creature Zhao Mai has ever seen so far. Its defense ability is not inferior to himself at all, and it even surpasses it. He summoned lightning, flames and acid poison to attack the Dragon Emperor, but he could not even leave any trace of damage. If these spells were to bear it themselves, it would be certain to be injured.

Both of them can regenerate, and ordinary wounds are no problem and can heal in a few seconds. Of course, if there is a fatal injury, such as the whole body being destroyed, Zhao Mai can recover and the Dragon Emperor will die. This is also the source of Zhao Mai's confidence in defeating the other party. The two soon discovered that the battle had entered a deadlock, and the other party was indeed the most difficult enemy he had ever faced.

They fired another round of attacks, and both sides stopped at the same time, staring at each other, looking unscathed. "Things are not good, Polis, you trapped yourself! You still have to guard Rajat and cannot leave this place. The final result is that you are exhausted by me here. Do you know how stupid you have done now?"

"You are just a person, you don't have strong enough subordinates, and I give you an order..."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Mai's eyes. The Dragon Emperor was right. Outside the battlefield, there were at least a dozen witch kings alive. The Rajat fighters who had not become witch kings were probably the same. Zhao Mai was not afraid of them coming to siege, so it was just to delay the war of attrition longer. But what should we do if these witch kings disperse and attack "my family"?

"It seems you never know when to restrain and stop fighting." Zhao Mai let go of the Eight-Eye Sword and let it float around him freely. He rubbed his face with his hands, then clenched his fists. "You and I are not the same in spells, and they are almost the same in physical strength. Then we can only decide the outcome from the biological angle!"

The Dragon Emperor let out a roar, and his order spread farther and farther as the spell spread. During the order, he asked all the witch kings to come and provide assistance immediately. He said that someone had threatened Rajat's cage and tried to release the disaster star.

"I can't help but call him helper? OK." Zhao Mai lit up the insect heart ring and began to call his helper. Hearing the summoned Chimera spacecraft, he directly activated the space jump device and prepared for the navigation with the insect heart ring as the target.

The flying dragon, the jumping dog and the thorn snake ran towards the Chimera spacecraft closest to it, and lay on it as much as possible and took off together. All the Z insects were busy, especially near the portal, which was the densest area of ​​the Chimera spacecraft. Dogian saw all this and frowned deeply. Only when Zhao Mai issued an order could such a large-scale mobilization, and all of this was outside the plan, indicating that Zhao Mai encountered an unexpected situation.

"Did he fight with the Dragon Emperor?" Dogian didn't expect that Zhao Mai needed reinforcements. She thought these spacecraft and Z insects were to support and rescue Ricas and Tyrion.

When the spacecraft tear opens the space and comes over the battlefield, when the flying dragon forms black clouds in the sky, and lets the jumping dog land with the prickly snake using gliding, the Dragon Emperor doesn't care. "Is this your power? It's just a group of bugs. It's just a group of bugs that can't hurt me at all, so it's in vain."
Chapter completed!