Dragon Blood

For a sorcerer, casting relied on both right hand and staff.

With his arm severed, Purple Dragon’s combat power was halved.

Black ignored his screams,swinging the Overlord Spear to fling off the blood.

He sucked in a sharp breath—his wounds had split further from the exertion,blood soaking through his tunic.

But he wouldn’t stop.

This was the perfect moment to press the advantage.

Both men’s eyes flickered toward the countdown terminal:

15 minutes until detonation.

“YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE!!!”

Purple Dragon, cornered and desperate,his eyes blazing with doomed ferocity.

He roared, yanking a black porcelain vial from his coat!

Black’s pupils contracted in horror—he recognized the liquid inside.

No… not this!

He pushed his speed to the limit—but it was too late.

Purple Dragon ripped the stopper free and downed the entire vial in one gulp.

The dark-purple liquid—thick, alive—slid down his throat—and his body convulsed violently.

Black draconic energy erupted from his pores,engulfing him in a writhing aura.

He coughed up gouts of black blood,veins bulging on his face and arms.

His muscles swelled grotesquely,ripping his robe apart to reveal skin etched with black draconic runes.

Most horrifying—two curved black horns slowly protruded from his forehead.

His pupils slitted,his hands morphed into razor-sharp dragon claws,his entire form twisting into a draconic hybrid.

His aura surged from Level 50 to Level 70—a pressure so terrifying it stifled the air itself.

“Damn it!”

Black hadn’t expected this.

That purple liquid wasn’t just a potion—it was Dragonblood—far more monstrous than any elixir.

According to legend,when the Draconic Parliament was founded,they obtained a single drop of Nidhogg’s blood—the Dragon King of Dragons.

They poured it into a lake,turning the entire basin violet-black.

Though diluted, every drop retained a fraction of Nidhogg’s power—a weakened Dragonblood,

granted only to high-ranking Parliament members.

It temporarily draconified the user—granting dragon-level flesh and massive level boosts.

But at two horrific costs:

First—severe mental degradation.

Users often became mindless killing beasts,

consumed only by bloodlust.

They never used it unless utterly desperate.

Second—

Black suddenly remembered something.

He activated the All-Knowing Glasses,

checking Purple Dragon’s HP bar—

and his expression shifted from panic to baffled amusement.

Oh… this is perfect.

“AAAH!”

“Is this… the power of dragons?! So exquisite!”

Purple Dragon’s voice had turned guttural, bestial.

He flexed his swollen muscles,

cracking his neck—

pop, pop, pop—

his claws slicing the air,leaving trails of black energy.

“Let’s see you dodge THIS body!”

But to his shock—

Black didn’t flinch in fear.

Instead, he paused,then smirked—a knowing, almost pitying smile.

I’ve been waiting for this.

Purple Dragon was utterly thrown.

He’d expected terror—not this confounding calm.

“Laugh?! Don’t you DARE laugh!”

“Have you gone mad from fear?!”

Furious, he lunged,a blurred arrow of draconic fury.

His enhanced body made him faster, stronger—abandoning mage tactics entirely,he’d become a melee monster.

Black’s Flow State kicked in—Autumn Wind Triple Cut pushed to its limit.

He dodged like willow in gale,barely evading the claws—but Purple Dragon’s black shockwaves still grazed his shoulder,hurling him into the wall.

CRASH!

Black slammed into steel,spitting blood as he slid to the floor.

Little Jinzi charged, ignoring its wounds—only to be punched midair,crashing into a rack of munitions.

“ROAR!”

The Abyssal Wyrm roared, shielding Black—but Purple Dragon grabbed it by the throat,then ripped it apart with his bare claws!

Azure blood sprayed—the summoned beast dissolved into fading light.

In an instant, the tide turned.

Purple Dragon stalked forward,eyes dripping with murder.

He usually killed quickly—but this boy?

He wanted to flay his skin, drink his blood, grind his bones to dust.

“Laugh! LAUGH!”

He sneered, raising a claw—ready to tear off Black’s limbs,turn him into a living torso,and savor his screams.

“You know…”

Black coughed, voice weak but clear,

“…using Dragonblood puts you in a ‘near-death state’, right?”

“Hmph. So you know even this?”

Purple Dragon’s slit pupils narrowed like a predator’s.

“Yes—it puts me near death…

…but it’s more than enough to torture you to death!”

Dragonblood was burning his life force for power—but to him, it was worth it.

“Are you sure about that?”

As the words left Black’s lips,he ripped open several hidden spell scrolls!

All Ice Prisons!

The very ones Irena had gifted him!

BLAZING WHITE LIGHT!

And—crucially—the floor was still soaked from the Abyssal Wyrm’s earlier water spells!

The moment the ice magic hit—the entire floor froze solid,encasing Purple Dragon’s legs in thick, unbreakable ice.

“This pathetic ice won’t hold me for three seconds!”

Purple Dragon sneered—but three seconds was all Black needed.

Gritting through pain,

Black hurled a small black dagger from behind his back!

Just as Purple Dragon shifted to break free—a sharp sting pierced his calf.

He looked down—a tiny black blade had pierced his dragon-scale,buried deep in his muscle.

“This…?”

He froze.

How could such a small knife pierce my scales?

He stared at the dagger—the black blade,the oozing black liquid,the sinister dragon纹 on the hilt…

Then—recognition dawned.

His blood ran cold.

“This is… the Dragonfang Blade?!”