Its massive serpentine tail swept out, kicking up a cloud of mud and gravel with the force of a siege hammer.
Each collision between them erupted with terrifying waves of energy. The resulting shockwaves blasted outwards, sending any nearby Low Tier Demons flying.
Raylo watched, his heart pounding in his chest.
A battle of this level was far beyond his current ability to handle.
Even Baofeng seemed small and insignificant on a battlefield like this.
The brutal slaughter lasted for an unknown amount of time. The sky was stained a grotesque, dark red, and the thick stench of blood mixed with the swamp's rot was nauseating.
Both sides paid a heavy price. Countless Demon corpses littered the ground, and their blood pooled into streams that stained the edges of the swamp red.
In the end, it seemed the Black Dragon's side had a slight advantage.
