Caesar raised his head and pointed his huge, sharp, metallic chin at the black-blooded beast, ordering his followers to join the battle.
This was a war, not a one-on-one duel. The Black Dragon would use all his strength to attack his opponent. He could not let Husky, Nero, and other powerful followers go just because the God of Hunting was in danger. These guys were not Luna.
Moreover, as long as the God of Hunting was defeated, the war would basically be over.
Soon, even someone as strong as Malar felt a little tricky under Airadia's restraint. He did not want to deal with other guys at all, because this chaotic and evil God of Beasts had an indelible hatred for the Black Dragon. He could not wait for the Black Dragon to die on the spot, and wanted to tear him apart immediately.
However, it was undeniable that the followers of the Black Dragon were strong even among the legendary ancient dragons. These monsters were endowed with dragon bloodlines in some unknown way, and they were not afraid of the God of Hunting at all. The harassment they caused was not small.
"Change the target, you bunch of idiots, trash, and scum."
"Stop his followers for me!"
Finally, the God of Hunting couldn't help but roar and curse. He originally planned to let his subordinates focus on attacking the black dragon and get rid of this damn reptile as soon as possible. However, they didn't even cause a little damage to the black dragon lord. He had no choice but to give these idiots another order.
Although they could not even defeat the followers of the Black Dragon, if they tried their best, it should not be a problem to delay and resist for a while. Malar's purpose was only to kill Caesar.
Thus, after a period of delay, the situation was once again back to square one. But in this time, the black dragon had already thought of a way to deal with Malar.
Caesar exhaled a puff of white mist in the cold night. He looked at the big cat's cold and sharp teeth that were glowing with black Divine Power. His expression did not change. He was adjusting his breathing and state so that his body could better capture every detail.
The second round that the Black Dragon had mentioned had really begun. The God of Black Blood rushed forward madly without the demeanor of a god.
Five minutes later …
The sharp claws and fangs attacked again. The big cat appeared almost next to the Black Dragon's body, leaving no room for Caesar to maneuver. The blood-stained claws hit Caesar's armored scales again, and then tore them apart under the effect of divine power. A string of bright red dragon blood splattered.
By the time Caesar counterattacked, the Black Blood God had already disappeared.
The Black Dragon turned his head and stared at the dark curtain around him with his red eyes. He had lost count of how many times this had happened. His body was covered in wounds, and the soles of his feet were covered in thick scales that had been torn off. If it weren't for the fact that his physique was far superior to that of a true dragon's, he might have already collapsed to the ground.
Hunting Track.
This was an unremarkable ability of Malar's hunting divinity. It had a high-level concealment effect and allowed him to teleport within a small area.
It sounded good, but in reality, it was a useless divinity to a true god.
However, in the material plane, when facing the Black Dragon, this ability was exceptionally useful. The big cat appeared and disappeared unpredictably, like a ghost. At the same time, it was incomparably fast. Malar was well aware of the Black Dragon's strength. He retreated without any sluggishness and was difficult to catch. Caesar had no way to deal with him.
"Roar!"
The Black Dragon roared, his dragon's roar piercing through metal and stone. The big cat's right claw cut into his shoulder blade, tearing apart the scales and armor and gouging out a large piece of flesh.
Pain seeped into his bones, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Then, the automatic control unit quickly locked the blood vessels and blocked the pain.
In this seemingly short but actually long five minutes, Caesar had paid the price of injury by trial and error. At this moment, he had gradually grasped some of Malar's habits and methods of attack. Now, he was trying for the third time to predict the direction of Malar's attack.
This time, he succeeded.
Caesar had successfully timed Malar's appearance.
Got you.
When Malar tore apart the flesh on Caesar's neck again, his body was caught for half a second by the tail that had appeared prematurely.
"Dustless Land."
The attack system that Caesar had practiced dozens of times in his mind was activated.
The moment the Law ability took effect, the Spotless Land that had always been unstoppable was unable to break through the black halo around Malar's body. That was divine power. Even if it was only a lesser divine power, with the support of a divinity, it was on a completely different level from magic and elemental magic.
In this critical moment, Caesar's mental state was calm to the extreme. After feeling the unprecedented obstruction, he did not panic, nor did he have time to think. He subconsciously increased his output.
If the spiritual depth of ordinary adepts and magical creatures was a lake, the spiritual sea of psionic adepts would be a vast ocean. Now, Caesar's psionic cultivation had achieved the most direct manifestation. His spiritual sea was trembling violently — it was no longer the quantitative extraction of his command ability, but was actively supplying and outputting it.
The suppression of the Dustless Land had achieved a breakthrough.
* Pop. *
An ethereal sound like a bubble bursting rang out in the void. In this state, Caesar could feel Malar's shock and panic. In this moment, the black-blooded beast's divine power became deathly still. The support of the divinity had been cut off by a sharp guillotine, and it would take time for it to take effect again.
Now is the time!
The mountainous Black Dragon bared its fangs and suddenly burst forth.
There had never been a time like this when Caesar recklessly extracted the energy of the Crimson Heart. The energy that had been stored before the battle was completely used up, and all of it was used on his right claw. His tail slightly restricted Malar's movements, and then without delay, he slapped towards the big cat's head.
The energy used to create this attack was obviously excessive. The most direct reaction was on the right claw. The Black Dragon's entire right forelimb was dyed red, and there was even a dissipation effect.
A Black Dragon with crimson limbs. It must have been a rather strange scene.
The God of the Hunt, who had temporarily lost its divine power, could not dodge. The attack hit the big cat's head directly. The power that was not blocked by divine power acted on Malar's body, causing the fifteen-meter-tall cat to turn into a black shadow and fly out in a straight line.
There were not many things in the prime material plane that could withstand such power. The interaction of forces broke two of Caesar's thick right claw, and the scale armor burst and shattered.
There was no doubt that this slap had completely smashed the big black cat's head.
But this was not the end. Caesar did not have time to pay attention to his injuries, nor did he have time to pay attention to the dried up crimson energy. The Black Dragon caught up to Malar, who had already fallen into the pile of rocks at the maximum speed his body could reach. Ignoring the smoke and dust in the air, he spat out a breath of fire.
He had read many books, but they rarely talked about the gods. They were very taboo and rarely mentioned. Under such circumstances, Caesar knew very little. Now that they were fighting, he had to completely reduce this guy's apostle to ashes. Only then could he be at ease.