Ultragene Warlord

gon was a peak-grade lifeform, and it barely lost out against the dark serpent.
It opened its maw wide and bit down on the serpent's body even as the serpent's dark-attuned genetic energy corroded its body.

The sura king Xuechi was knocked off his steed by his lance.
He smashed into the ground like a meteor, cratering it in his wake.

“[The Boundless Blade: Expulsion]!” A gigantic blade tore apart the serpent's body before striking the bloodwinged dragon.
Blood fountained out of the dragon's forehead.
Golden light emanated from the wound and scorched the dragon, causing it to howl in agony.

A gleaming golden sword had appeared in Zhang Lie's arm, a manifestation of his post-peak-grade golden-roc soulshard.
After combining with a regular peak-grade golden roc soulshard, it had evolved beyond the limits of a regular peak-grade weapon.

He was about to behead the dragon when he suddenly felt killing intent coming from behind.
Flapping his wings, he soared up into the air to find a red lance heading his way.

The red lance tore through the air, gleaming with a blood-red light.
Its source was none other than the wounded sura king lying on the ground.

His body had been mutilated; his face was gray with dust.
Blood had solidified by the corners of his mouth, and half his bones were broken.
A lance pierced through his left chest; if it had struck a few centimeters to the right, he would have perished.

The sura king was somewhat lucky that his heart had narrowly avoided the lance's trajectory.
As he forced himself to climb out of the crater he had landed in and saw the ongoing battle in mid-air, he threw one of his last remaining lances in rage.

The lance dyed the entire night sky a lurid red.

The bloodwinged dragon reacted instantly, trying to dodge the lance as it flew away, but someone else reacted even more quickly.

“[Rune: Control]!” Zhang Lie raised his arms to the sky, and the image of a dragonturtle appeared before him.
The two gravity-controlling tablets appeared by either side of the bloodwinged dragon, twisting the local effect of gravity.

The bloodwinged dragon, caught in its effect, found itself incapable of any movement.
The lance pierced through its belly, and it fell from the sky with a pained howl.

Xuechi's face was stoic as he pulled out the lance from his chest, ignoring the blood that spurted out of the wound.
A gaping hole was left behind on his chest.

Zhang Lie slowly landed from the sky.
He glanced at the corpse of the bloodwinged dragon and sighed, “What a nice mount! Isn't it a shame?”

Xuechi flicked away the blood on the tip of his lance, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The blood that flowed out of the gaping hole in his chest dyed his entire body red.
His blood was rather unusual; it coagulated rapidly and seemed as viscous as glue.

“To think a human was able to cause me such damage—it looks like my godfather's intelligence wasn't up to date.
I'll believe that you managed to kill Xueju with brute strength, but you're still far too weak to best the likes of me!”