Ashen Dragon

We must take advantage of this relaxed moment... Eliminate it!"

Suddenly, Batu's expression became more ferocious, a vicious aura emanating from his right eye, casting a ghostly light.

He reached out his hand, his tone fierce: "Nasu, retrieve my Blood Spear."

"Okay."

The Old Shaman groped in the void, pulled out a folded piece of dried beast skin, unfolded it, and carefully handed the Spear to Batu.

"Heh, still more handy for you, my old friend..."

Batu took the Spear, gently caressing its rough surface, a relic stained with blood, which had pierced countless enemies' beating hearts, and even slain a mighty Titan Divine Descendant.

At this moment, the Beastman Chief was drawing this murderous weapon once again, targeting only one obstacle to their conquest plans—the meddlesome Gold Dragon.

Batu gripped the Spear tightly, with a hunter's gaze staring at the distant Gold Dragon, his face breaking into a fanatic smile.

He placed the Spear against his forehead, closed his eyes, and prayed in a deep voice: "Oh great Father God...

The supreme One-eyed God, Watcher, Sleepless One, your lowly offspring seeks to remove the hindrance to Beastman conquest. Grant me the power to kill!"

"Boom!"

Thunder roared, shaking the valley.

Batu suddenly opened his eyes, his remaining right eye emitting a terrifying bloody light, followed by a dense blood mist emerging from his eye socket, gradually enveloping the Spear.

On his forehead, the rune of the One-eyed seemed to blink to life, casting a highly malevolent gaze.

"Thank you, Father God...

In return, I will offer the most precious Sacrifice to you—the city of Aivendel! And the heads of those Dwarfs, Elves, and even the Gold Dragon!"

Feeling the abundant and frenzied power in his hand, the Orc burst into a ferocious laugh, spewing fetid white smoke, his arms' veins swelling like the roots of an ancient tree.

"Gold Dragon—

Standing in the way of the Beastman Army is the greatest mistake of your life!" Thunder boomed, winds howled, and Batu Skullcrush raised the Blood Spear, sprinting nearly a hundred meters, and with all his strength, roared as he hurled the Blood Spear.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the air was violently torn apart, releasing a mournful wail and screech, the sky seemed slashed by a blade, leaving a slender dark red scar.

The sky bled!

And the Blood Spear soared, creating a perfect arc over thousands of meters, carrying immense might, and dragging endless trails of blood-light, heading straight for the massive Gold Dragon, leaving a trail resembling a thousand-meter long Spear.

Dwarves and Elves looked up in terror, between daze and fear, they seemed to see a towering, hundred-meter tall One-eyed Beastman, holding a giant Spear, grinning fiercely as he stabbed at the Gold Dragon.

Such was the power of Gush!

In their eyes, before this immense strength, even the thirty-meter long Gold Dragon seemed utterly insignificant and vulnerable.

"Lord Titus, be careful!"

Rhea stood with her sword, feeling the foul wind head-on, disregarding her flowing silver hair, she shouted a warning.

"Roar—"

At that moment, the roar of the giant dragons rang out, even overpowering the whistling of the Blood Spear.

On the battlefield, Dwarves, Elves, and Orcs all looked up, focusing their gaze, as atop the city walls, accompanied by the sound of rocks, the enormous Gold Dragon flapped its wings, soared into the air, stirring up gusts of fierce wind.