The holy light of judgement faded, and darkness filled the Blue Dragon King's eyes. His eyes were almost blind, and the self-healing ability in his body that could have cured his eyes had already gone out of control, turning it into a terminal illness that accelerated his death.
In the darkness, he seemed to see a picture. In that picture, he was standing on a high mountain, looking at the entire continent that he had taken as his territory. Dragons and all other creatures were subservient at his feet. This world was his dragon's nest, and everything in the world was his treasure. He was the master of the world, and all existences that disobeyed him would be wiped out under his dragon's might.
But he soon woke up from his dream and fell to the ground near the Endless Tower. Countless huge stalagmite-like spikes grew on the ground, like traps for catching animals.
With a loud bang, the Blue Dragon King fell into the trap. The height of thousands of meters plus the Blue Dragon King's own weight amplified the impact of the collision between the two sides.
Originally, the dragon scales could easily smash the rocks, but this time, these spikes actually pierced directly into the body of the Blue Dragon King, piercing the dragon scales just like the Holy Sword of Judgment and the arrows shot by the Hundred-Armed Giant.
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