Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x! - Chapter 558

Chapter 558: Outrunning the Elder Dragon
The air had grown heavier.

Tension crackled around the three of them like frozen lightning. Nox stood unmoving, his eyes locked with the Elder Frost Dragon’s, while Dracos remained just slightly to the side, his hands folded behind his back.

The Scourge beast below still paced in slow circles, unaware of the presence now surrounding it.

But the moment was teetering. One wrong question, one wrong move, and it would collapse.

And just as the questions were becoming more complicated—just as the Elder’s words were shifting from observation to intent—

Dracos moved.

Subtle.

So subtle that even Nox almost missed it.

A faint flick of his wrist.

A glint of frost.

A sound, like the snap of a small branch.

Down below, the Scourge beast’s head snapped upward, its glowing red eyes narrowing.

The tension exploded in an instant.

ROOAARRRRR!!!

The corrupted Champion let out a deep, echoing roar that rolled through the frozen trees like thunder. Its massive claws dug into the cracked ground, and without hesitation, it lunged toward the ridge.

“Run,” Dracos said quietly, already vanishing into motion.

Nox didn’t hesitate, quickly understanding what the Frost Monarch was doing.

He activated Divine Velocity, and time slowed again. The world blurred as his feet left the ridge, his body moving like a golden bolt through the trees. Behind him, Dracos moved with equal speed, ice spiraling under his feet, turning the terrain into frozen plates of acceleration.

The Scourge beast crashed into the spot they had stood seconds before, shattering the ridge with a massive swipe of its claw. Stone and snow exploded outward.

“Don’t look back,” Dracos muttered.

They ran.

And the forest came alive.

Snow whipped past them in blinding streaks. Branches snapped as they raced through thick undergrowth. Frost-covered roots cracked under their feet as they weaved between ancient trunks. Nox moved swiftly, his body ducking low, twisting through narrow gaps. Behind him, Dracos carved a straight path—ice forming under his boots, freezing trees in bursts of magic as he blurred through the terrain.

The Frost Monarch wasn’t using any speed-related skill, and yet he was following closely behind Nox. If it wasn’t for their current situation, Nox would have taken some time to admire it—however, time was against them.

CRASH!!

The beast was right behind them.

It tore through the forest like a juggernaut, its body ripping through trees, its claws carving trenches into the frozen ground. Every time it leapt forward, its massive weight left behind shattered frost and steaming footprints. Red mist bled from its joints as it roared again.

Nox twisted to the side and jumped over a fallen tree, landing with a quick roll. He leapt again and flipped over a broken stump as the Scourge beast smashed straight through it a second later.

“How much farther?” Nox shouted over his shoulder.

“Another mile,” Dracos answered, his voice calm even under pressure. “We reach the second ravine, and then we drop it.”

“Drop it?” Nox asked, confused.

“You’ll see.”

They didn’t slow.

The chase became a blur.

Swoosh! Swooosh!

The forest grew denser, darker, the trees larger and more twisted. The snow mist thickened around them. Old ruins appeared in flashes—half-sunken stone towers, shattered statues, broken monoliths with dragon glyphs etched into them, glowing faintly.

And still, the beast followed.

Its mouth spewed dark flames, burning the air itself. Its body burned with a mix of black steam and red lightning, energy rippling off its scales. One swipe missed Nox by inches, slicing through three trees as if they were paper.

BANG! BANG!

Those trees collapsed, and dirt and snow rose into the air, generating a shockwave which further propelled both Nox and Dracos forward.

Nox used the terrain. He darted left and ran up the side of a steep boulder, flipping off the top and landing cleanly. He fired a frost bullet at the ground behind him, detonating a small burst of ice mist.

It barely slowed the creature, but it clouded its vision for a few seconds.

Enough to gain a few feet.

Dracos slid under a set of roots and launched himself upward.

BOOM!

He left a deep crater behind him and landed on a high ridge of stone. From there, he reached into his robe and pulled out a shard of frostglass.

With a flick, he tossed it to Nox mid-run.

Nox caught it without question.

“What is this?”

“A marker. When I say now, throw it into the ravine.”

“Got it!”

They kept moving.

Then, through the trees ahead, they saw a light.

A gap in the forest. A clearing surrounded by ancient trees, taller than towers. A massive ravine split the land like a scar—deep, wide, and jagged. A narrow frozen bridge stretched across the divide, held together by crumbling ice and frost-covered vines.

Dracos pointed.

“There!”

They bolted toward it.

The creature followed without hesitation, snarling as its claws tore up frozen soil and sent debris flying into the air. Its howls echoed off the walls of the canyon.

Nox reached the bridge first.

He ran straight across, ice cracking under his feet with every step.

Behind him, Dracos moved with perfect grace, floating just slightly above the bridge using thin sheets of summoned frost.

Again, another beautiful scene—but he didn’t have time to appreciate it.

The beast charged forward, entering the bridge without slowing.

“Now!” Dracos shouted.

Nox didn’t think. He threw the frostglass shard downward with all his strength, aiming at the ravine just beneath the creature’s feet.

It struck the frozen structure—

BOOM!

The glass exploded, releasing a chain of frost runes that had been embedded in the bridge. A shimmering web of blue light lit up the surface—and then it shattered all at once.

The bridge collapsed.

The Scourge beast roared in shock as the ground vanished beneath it.

It dropped like a stone into the ravine below, crashing through ice and jagged rock, bouncing off ledges and vanishing into the bottom.

Some moments passed.

Then silence.

Nox stood at the edge, breathing hard, watching the last few chunks of ice fall into the depths.

Dracos landed beside him, completely calm.

“Is it dead?” Nox asked.

“No,” Dracos said. “But it’s trapped. The ravine goes deeper than the old burial grounds. It’ll take some time for it to climb back out, if it even tries.”

Nox stared at the darkness below. “Well,” he said, “that was close. Did we outrun it?”

Dracos nodded. “We bought time. Not much. But it’s enough.”

Yet deep down, the Frost Monarch knew that they had only extended the inevitable clash with the Supreme Dragon Court.

He turned away and looked toward the north, toward the rising plumes of smoke above Frostpire.

“We should return, for now,” he said. “They’ll be waiting.”

Nox looked at him.

“And you?”

“There’s something I want to check out.”

Nox nodded slowly.

Suddenly, from behind them, a faint crunch of snow echoed—and both Dracos and Nox turned sharply.

There, standing at the edge of the trees—robes lightly swaying, expression unreadable—

Was the Elder Frost Dragon.

Again.

“Dang! I thought we outran him!” Nox couldn’t help but curse under his breath, and even the ever-calm Dracos had a slight trace of irritation flashing across his handsome features.

“Shall we continue from where we stopped?” the Elder Dragon smiled kindly.

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