Chapter 493 - Chapter 493: 461 Chapter Father and Son (2/2)

“Aoo!”

With a deafening dragon roar, the giant Demon Dragon burst through the clouds like a sovereign breaking free from the Abyss, its massive body casting a shadow over the sun as its scales shimmered with a metallic, cold brilliance.

Arrogantly unfurling its wings, each scale gigantic as a sail, the body maintained its posture steadily within the storm without the slightest tremble.

Its eyes blazed with raging flames, and a powerful gust surged forth from its mouth, fiercely colliding with the rampaging storm!

The storm itself seemed to hesitate in front of the Demon Dragon, its razor-edged winds losing their sharpness against the Dragon’s hard scales and deflecting away.

“Father!”

A surge of ecstasy welled up inside Felix, and even with a splitting headache, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his father in the sky.

“Darren Fischer!”

The brother from the Vender family widened his eyes, a uncontrollable fear flashing through them as his body shuddered subconsciously.

“Hmph!”

With a cold laugh, Darren circled in the sky, each swipe of his massive claws accompanied by a deafening whooshing sound, as if the entire heavens were his stage, and he the sole protagonist of this performance.

The next moment, a tide of Black Tide surged forth!

That storm finally dissipated into nothing!

“Damn Siya demon! Fischer’s executioner! Don’t be so smug!”

The Vender brother still wanted to resist, but suddenly, he noticed an ominous shadow creeping up silently, obscuring the sunlight and causing everyone to look up in alarm!

“How is this possible?”

“God!”

A colossal creature—the remnants of the Three-Headed Dragon, torn asunder by an invisible force and plummeting from the depths of the clouds with a howling wind and earth-shaking momentum.

Even in its broken state, its vast body commanded reverence.

Each of the three dragon heads was ferocious and terrifying, and although devoid of life, they still exuded the imperious demeanor they possessed before death. The mottled scales covering the wreckage were scorched and shattered, silently proclaiming the horror of its final battle.

“Boom!”

The remnants of the Three-Headed Dragon crashed heavily onto the battlefield, the ground trembling, dust and debris flying, as if even the air froze in that moment.

A tremendous impact created a massive crater, destroying everything nearby and leaving the scene unrecognizable.

“Impossible! You, you actually killed it in such a short time! And we didn’t even notice! How could this be?”

The face of the Vender brother was filled with disbelief, never expecting that Duke Darren Fischer could silently achieve such a feat!

All the Cyart people burst into jubilation, while the soldiers of the Rhea Alliance were stunned, incredulously witnessing the scene before them. Many soldiers’ legs grew weak, almost collapsing to the ground.

Darren suddenly surged forward, his enormous size belied by incredible speed, and in the next instant, he had already moved to another part of the battlefield.

“No!”

The brother from the Vender family was crushed under the massive claw in despair, instantly reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh and blood, dead beyond death, while his brother, upon seeing this scene, also finally gave up resistance and let the toxin take his life in resignation.

Everyone stood agape.

“Aoo!”

An unprecedented roar tore through the air, the Darren from the Abyss venting his madness and fury.

His roar was deep and sonorous, carrying endless authority and the power of destruction, making every soul on the battlefield tremble.

As the roar continued, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire battlefield, eerily morphing into a laugh, one that mixed the triumph of a victor, the disdain for the weak, and the excitement of an impending slaughter.

Darren’s laughter was like a demonic echo, causing the morale of the Rhea people to collapse instantly as fear spread among them like a plague.

Amidst that overwhelming laughter, countless Rhea people began to falter, their eyes losing the resoluteness and ferocity of days past, replaced instead by deep fear and despair.

They knew that against such a powerful being, any resistance was futile.

Thus, one by one, the Rhea people laid down their weapons, knelt down with hands raised over their heads, signaling their surrender.

“We surrender! Duke Fischer! We’ve lost!”

“Spare us! We concede!”

“Cyart people, spare us!”

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to hit the pause button, with only Darren’s insane laughter still echoing through the air. No other sounds were heard, as even the Cyart people found themselves speechless.

And the surrendering enemies, thick as tide waters, gradually covered the entire battlefield.