A pair of colossal eagle claws, curved like hooks, launched a frontal assault, aiming not at the Giant Dragon's neck, but its wings.
Experienced in aerial combat, if it snapped any part of the dragon's wings, there would be no more suspense in this war; what remained would be a one-sided hunt and slaughter.
However, to the young Red Dragon's eyes, such a reckless charge became the perfect target.
Flame Dragon's Breath.
Scorching flames surged towards the Swift Roc.
With both sides charging head-on, the speed was extreme; the Swift Roc had no chance to evade, and the entire stream of Dragon Breath hit it head-on, engulfing both its body and wings in the intense flames.
But in the eyes of the Swift Roc, the young Red Dragon saw not terror or despair, and what echoed in its ears was not a painful howl, but a triumphant screech.
