Ashen Dragon

"Swish——"

The muscles in Gru's arm bulged, veins popping, as the blood-stained spear, carrying a conical divine power capable of piercing everything, came hurtling through the air.

And the Orc grasped the spear single-handedly, creating a terrifying momentum as he charged toward the Dwarf not far away.

Du Masong suddenly braced the ore giant shield in front of him.

The spear pierced the giant shield fiercely, and in an instant, debris flew, various ores rolled out, but this time, the shield composed of rocks and veins was actually pierced by the spear tip!

The tip of the spear was stained with the blood of Dwarves and Elf God, wrapped in a bloody divine light, causing great harm to anything with the essence of a "Dwarf."

"Du Masong, I will destroy this incarnation like I killed your brother and eventually kill your true form!"

Gru roared arrogantly with all his might.

After penetrating the giant shield, the spear continued to stab towards the Dwarf's heart. As a divine being who has battled with many Dwarves for thousands of years, Gru was all too familiar with their weaknesses.

Moreover, there was indeed an insurmountable barrier between great divine power and intermediate divine power, reflected in the battle between incarnations, where Gru's divine power could easily obliterate and destroy Du Masong's divine power.

Upon hearing Gru's words, an anger erupted on Du Masong's usually expressionless face, and he instantly gathered all his divine power. Rock mountains rose up one after another to block Gru's path.

But the Beastman God was unstoppable, piercing through those mountains one after another in just a breath's time.

As the bloodstained spear was about to pierce through Du Masong's chest and heart, a resounding roar suddenly echoed in the sky.

"Roar——"

Gru quickly looked up, seeing the Red Dragon descending from the sky, spewing flames imbued with various origins towards his head.

But Gru was actually prepared, suddenly raising his left hand, holding the battle axe horizontally to block those flames from outside, but the surging flames still washed over and corroded the bloody divine light on his body surface, even charring his skin.

Simultaneously, Gru's right hand continued to thrust forward, aiming straight for the Dwarf's chest, the killing intent released by the presence of a great divine power enough to silence all things.

Du Masong's eyes flashed with determination as he no longer dodged. Instead, he mobilized the divine power within him, intensifying the earthy yellow light around him, and swung the massive molten rock hammer mightily, smashing it towards the Orc.

Accompanied by the swing of the giant hammer, the earth suddenly cracked, countless magma columns erupted, consecutively bombarding towards the Orc.

At the same time, Cassius swooped down from midair, the Dragon Crystal in his chest gleaming like the sun, trailing chaotic flames as he flew behind the Orc.

"You think you can——"

A deep gleam erupted from Gru's single eye, and in an instant, his tall and burly body exuded a terrifying aura, the bloody divine realm spreading to a hundred miles around.

"Dare to oppose me?!" This voice roared like a volcanic eruption, like the rumble of the apocalypse.

In the storm of divine power, Du Masong and Cassius were momentarily paralyzed in place, their eyes replaying the ancient battlefield from tens of thousands of years ago.

And having personally experienced that war, Du Masong, who had an incredibly vivid impression of it, even saw his brother being speared by Gru's weapon, golden divine blood scattering in the sky.

This was the oppressive force of a great divine power level! It could even make a true god at an intermediate divine power level fear and become dazed.

Gru's expression grew more ferocious and frenzied, his single eye now bloodshot.

In an instant, the Orc swung the battle axe from the sky towards the massive Red Dragon, while stabbing the spear towards the Rock Dwarf on the ground.

At the moment when the battle axe was about to strike the top of the Red Dragon's head, Cassius finally broke free from the control of the divine power's pressure once again, and seeing the incoming sharp axe blade, he had no choice but to turn his head to avoid vital spots.

"Rip——"

The axe blade, carrying bloody divine light, easily sliced through scales, tearing flesh and deeply cleaving into the Red Dragon's shoulder.

"Aoo!!"

Shattered scales fell, scorching Dragon Blood splattered around, and under intense pain, the Red Dragon instinctively let out a heart-wrenching roar.

With the axe's cut, the bones in the Red Dragon's shoulder were almost exposed. If the wound deviated a few meters to the right, the wing might have been completely severed—even for the incredibly regenerative Ancestral Dragon, this would be an extremely severe injury.

Yet under such injury, the frenzied, exhilarating, deeply combative ancestral bloodline within Cassius was fully activated, a thin layer of blood light covering his golden vertical pupils, subsequently bursting with two beams of towering flame.

Cassius, with the battle axe slashed into his shoulder, lunged towards the Orc, his massive claw swinging viciously at Gru's back, vaguely roaring, "I'll kill you!"

Surprisingly, chaotic, orderly, and other origin powers also emerged at the claw blade, even tearing Gru's body protective divine light.

Facing the frenzied Red Dragon, Gru did not dare to slack. He swiftly withdrew his battle axe, Dragon Blood splashed mid-air, and then he again fiercely chopped towards the Red Dragon's head.

But in the next moment, Du Masong suddenly awoke from the illusory realm of his brother's tragic death, furiously swinging the molten rock hammer in his hand, divine power surging from his whole being like a volcanic eruption.

With this strike, he burned the Origin Divine Power, even a gout of divine blood spewed from the Rock Dwarf's mouth!

"Boom!"

Caught off guard, the molten rock hammer smashed hard into Gru's head.

The earthy yellow divine light sharply illuminated, forming a giant spherical stance mid-air, the shockwave with sand and dust spreading instantly for thousands of meters, followed by one magma column after another erupting from the ground.

Facing this head-on devastating strike, bloody divine light on Gru's body surface rippled consecutively, immediately showing cracks.

However, this was not the end, as Cassius's sharp claws swung in mid-air, shattering the already cracked body protective divine light of great divine power level completely!

In an instant, accompanied by a dull thud, Gru was sent tumbling by the giant hammer, his broken tusks and divine blood splattering mid-air, rendering him in a disheveled, tragic state.

"You, you seek death! Red Dragon, you've thoroughly angered me!"

Gru roared frantically, swinging the battle axe once more towards the Red Dragon,

Warriors clutched their weapons tightly, faces covered in dirt and sweat, eyes filled with steadfast determination. The enemy ahead advanced relentlessly, their firepower fierce, shell after shell fell, and the exploding firelight and smoke obscured the view. Close-quarter assaults were inevitable, soldiers rushed towards the enemy positions, bullets whistling by, the air filled with the scent of gunpowder.

From the rear of the positions, the Commander continuously issued orders, guiding the warriors' every action. Grenades exploded on the battlefield, shards flew about, and soldiers remained ever-ready to dodge sudden attacks. At this moment, they had no time to care for anything around them, only life and death and the enemy before them. The dust flew up from explosions, the craters left on the ground like marks of war, quietly narrating this ruthless confrontation.

Tanks rumbled forward on the battlefield, treads crushing dirt and rubble, the barrels spewing intense flames. With every shell fired, the enemy's positions paid a heavy price. Warriors closely followed behind, covering the tank's advance, despite terrible losses, their goal never changed—to move forward, crush the enemy, and defend the position.

In a corner of the battlefield, a soldier fell, blood quickly staining the surrounding land, and his companions fell into brief silence instantaneously. Death and pain are common guests in war, but they never stop their steps.