This Giant Dragon is So Powerful!

Chapter 325 - 78: Red and Black

Silver Moon Desert.

This is the battlefront where the Five Great Ghost Clans fight against the Abyss Black Smoke City Legion.

In the past, when night fell and moonlight poured down, the surface of the desert would be coated with a soft silver glow.

But after a year of relentless war and slaughter, the Silver Moon Desert is now tinged with a bloody sheen beneath the moonlight.

Morning mist rises as the blazing sun slowly ascends, breaking the dawn.

Savage roars echo, and bloody heads are tossed around, accompanied by the howls of souls being devoured by demons.

On the blood-colored desert, black waves representing the Demon Army surge aggressively, seemingly about to smother the red, white, purple, green, and blue waves representing the Ghost Race.

The Red Ghost, entirely red, muscles bulging like a muscular monster, with one stroke slashes an approaching demon into two, flesh and bones alike, emitting a shrill scream before death.

The towering White Ghost, resembling a giant white pudgy figure, lets out a skyward roar, stomping down to crush low-level demons, wielding a large metal Wolf Fang Club that swings, causing five or six bursts of bloody flowers.

The frail Purple Demon Ghost stands behind the tank-like White Ghost and Red Ghost, eyes flashing purple, leaving demons in a dazed state before being slaughtered by White Ghost and Red Ghost.

Additionally, the Green Ghost controls vines to assist allies with control, while the Frost Ghost serves as a ranged mage, raining ice arrows upon the Demon Army, causing low-tier demons to fall in batches.

This is just the battle among ordinary warriors.

In the high skies and barren deserts of the Silver Moon Desert, there are astonishing energy bursts.

These are the Legendary Powerhouses of the Five Great Ghost Clans engaging in fierce battles with Legendary Demons under the Lord of Black Smoke City.

In the rear of the Ghost Race and the Demon Legion of Black Smoke City, formidable auras rise high into the sky, confronting each other from afar.

This is the top-tier Legendary Powerhouses of both sides restraining each other.

The Legendary Ghostmen and Legendary Demons that took to the field are all Legendary First Tier.

This is the understanding reached after a year of battles between the Ghost Race and Black Smoke City Demons.

Initially, Tier Two powerhouses fought, resulting in a battle where the Ghost Race held a slight advantage, while Black Smoke City Demons were at a disadvantage.

With no other choice, Black Smoke City decided to step back. Meanwhile, the Ghost Race, fearing the unreleased Lords of Black Smoke City, and worried about Black Smoke City exposing their plane to other Abyss Lords, dared not press further.

Both sides subsequently agreed on a war of attrition, waiting for the opportunity to defeat one another.

Over the Silver Moon Desert, tens of millions of demons and the Ghost Race clashed, dyeing the vast desert with a thick bloody hue.

One day, two days... On the third day, as the drunken crimson sunset faded, both sides began to shrink the scale of the war in tacit agreement.

To stop the war completely?

The Black Smoke City Demons wouldn’t agree.

On the battlefield, every moment must have blood flowing!

If not for the time needed to gather demon recruits, Black Smoke City wouldn’t reduce the scale of war every few days but rather expand it endlessly until the Ghost Race collapses, allowing Abyssal Power to permeate this world.

But just as both sides were subtly reducing the scale of war, waiting for the next fierce battle, an abrupt anomaly occurred.

All creatures in Silver Moon Desert felt as if their minds were crushed by a torrential flood, an unbearable pressure seemingly ready to crush them together; fear, anxiety, and other negative emotions blended, suffocating all beings mentally.

This is the Dragon’s might.

Under the overwhelming Dragon’s might, the thick blood clouds of the sky shattered, a massive, irregular shadow swept over the desert like a passing hurricane. Below, Ghosts and Demons raised their heads, first seeing the jagged black armor and sharp back spines extending to a coarse tail, with gigantic Black Wings having robust intertwined bones, tips spraying piercing white air streams with rumbling sounds.

In the gaze of countless lives, the Black Dragon Lord emerged like the final boss in an epic tale, appearing invincible before all living things.

The colossal Black Dragon roared across the sky, staring at the Ghosts, Demons, and roaring Abyssal Creatures densely packed below, coldness in its brown-yellow vertical eyes.

Udi slightly lowered his head, then breathed.

Purple thunderstorms and raging Demon Flame intertwined, transforming into a ferocious column of thunderous flames, obliterating demons and peculiar Abyssal Creatures on the desert floor, with endless screams of despair and venomous curses.

Facing the demons’ wails, the gigantic Black Dragon remained cold and ruthless, repeatedly raking over the demon’s positions with the stance of destruction, as demon magma and flames were destroyed by purple thunderstorms, while Abyssal Creatures resisted with various superpowers, only to be annihilated in the infinite Demon Flame. Terrifying screams continually emerged from below.

Initially stunned, unclear Black Smoke City powerhouses realized at that moment: the invading Black Dragon is an ally of the Ghost Race.

Although not sure when a powerful Black Dragon entered a native plane, recruited quietly by the Ghost Race, the Black Smoke City Demon powerhouses cared little for those details, now their hearts were filled with fury.