The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208: Ancient Dragons vs Pteranodons Chapter 1208: Ancient Dragons vs Pteranodons Scarlet flames erupted around Cain’s massive form, distorting the air with intense heat and causing it to ripple.

The power of his aura drew the attention of the rest of the dragon, as the might was something that neared the Void Eclipse Tier!  The Ancient Dragons were shocked by the immense increase in the strength of Cain’s flames in such a short amount of time.

They knew he was a genius, but this was simply too much.

However, there was no time for questions as the enemy approached, so they unleashed their energies, preparing for battle.

Cain flapped his wings, propelling himself forward at incredible speed.

The other Ancient Dragons followed, their full might unleashed as they prepared to confront the mutated Pteranodons.

As both sides hurtled toward each other, the dragons took the initiative.

“Now!” Cain’s voice thundered telepathically in the minds of all the Ancient Dragons.

These dragons were not wild beasts.

As members of the Tiamat Sect, they had worked extremely hard to dominate the dark aspects of their Oniric Truths.

They were masters and experienced warriors, and if their enemy lunged at them full of bloodlust, leaving openings, they would exploit such foolishness without hesitation.

In unison, the dragons opened their massive jaws, unleashing torrents of Dragon Breaths.

Streams of elemental fury-fire, lightning, ice, earth, and shadow-converged into a devastating onslaught.

The sky lit up with a kaleidoscope of destructive energies, arcing toward the incoming horde.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” The Dragon Breaths struck with cataclysmic force.

Explosions erupted amidst the Pteranodons, engulfing them in flames and elemental blasts.

Screeches of agony pierced the air as the front ranks were annihilated instantly, their bodies disintegrating or being torn apart by the sheer power unleashed.

Nearly a third of the mutated creatures fell in that initial strike, their remnants plummeting toward the ground far below.

Chaos erupted among the Pteranodons.

The sudden decimation sent them into disarray, their formation breaking as panic and fury overtook them.

Some had their vision impaired and attacked their own kind, while others pressed forward with reckless abandon, driven by insatiable bloodlust.

The dragons did not relent.

With disciplined ferocity, they dove into the fray, their movements precise and coordinated.

They flew in flawless formations, covering each other’s blind spots and maximizing their collective strength.

It was a display of death honed through countless battles.

Eldrick barreled into a cluster of Pteranodons, his massive body crashing through them like a meteor.

His claws raked across their hides, easily tearing through flesh and bone.

He unleashed a draconic roar, delivering a heavy spiritual blow to the mutated Pteranodons around him.

Zalgrim became a blur of motion.

Bolts of electricity crackled around him as he weaved through the horde, his jaws snapping shut on wings and necks, severing them with lethal precision.

Each beat of his wings sent arcs of lightning cascading outward, electrocuting any monsters that dared to come near.

Amidst the chaos, Cain was a whirlwind of destruction.

His scarlet flames burned hotter than ever, enveloping him in a blazing aura that torched anything unfortunate enough to come close.

He slashed through the mutated Pteranodons with his razor-sharp claws and sent others hurtling away with his tail, each strike cleaving through their corrupted flesh or shattering their bones.

A particularly large Pteranodon lunged at Cain, its jaws wide open and talons extended.

Cain met its attack head-on, catching its jaws with his claws.

“Pathetic!” he snarled.

With disdain, Cain overpowered the creature, snapping its jaws apart with a sickening crack.

Without pause, he plunged his fangs into its neck, severing the head from the body.

Another mutated Pteranodon attacked from above, diving with talons poised to strike.

Cain sensed it and swung his tail upward, reinforced by Scarlet Reaper.

The force of the blow severed the creature in half.

Blood sprayed across the sky, and its remains tumbled to the ground.

The sky became a canvas painted with blood and fire.

Wings were torn, bodies split, and the screams of the dying filled the air.

The dragons moved as one, their ferocity unmatched.

They tore through the mutated Pteranodons, each dragon showcasing their abilities with deadly precision.

It did not take long for Cain to find the strongest of the horde.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance.

Once they were less than a thousand meters apart, Cain inhaled deeply, unleashing his Yin-Yang Dragon Breath.

The attack struck the Pteranodon squarely, obliterating its upper body in an instant.

The remnants of its form disintegrated into ash, scattered by the winds.

Below, the ground was littered with the fallen.

The once-organized horde was now a scattered, panicked mob.

Even in that carnage, the remaining Pteranodons did not attempt to flee, the beasts’ maddening killing intent overwhelming their survival instincts.

Eldrick and Zalgrim attacked from the sides at the same time.

Together with the other dragons, they encircled the survivors, leaving them no path to safety.

The massacre was swift and merciless.

Cain landed amidst a cluster of wounded Pteranodons.

They hissed and snapped at him, desperation in their eyes.

He slashed and bit with swift, efficient motions, rending them limb from limb.

His claws sliced through sinew and bone, his jaws crushing skulls and spines.

Blood coated his scales, but he paid it no mind.

The battle was over as quickly as it had begun.

The skies cleared, the air heavy with the scent of blood and smoke.

The dragons regrouped, surveying the aftermath.

Cain looked upon the carnage, his expression unreadable.

The Depravita Essence had twisted these creatures into abominations, revealing the fate of those without the strength to endure it.

“Let’s tend to any wounds and continue our journey,” Cain suggested.

While the Pteranodons’ flesh could contain some Depravita Essence, most had been blown to pieces, so it was not worth the effort.

With a final glance at the battlefield, the dragons took to the skies again, leaving the mutated horde’s remnants behind.

While it was a flawless victory, they remained on high alert, fully aware that the Primeval World was filled with unknown dangers.

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