Boom!
The Blood Flame Tyrant went into a frenzy from the pain, slamming its head into a nearby mountain peak, causing cracks to appear on the massive rock with a diameter of over ten meters. Duncan, amidst the shattering boulders, seized its dragon horn in an instant, firmly anchoring himself.
On the other side of the mountain, Sharella could hardly breathe, her hands gripping tightly and turning white with tension. All she could see was the sweeping dragon's blood in the sky, with that man standing between the ancient Red Dragon's horns, stabilizing himself by gripping onto a horn. With a spin and a single hand still holding the dragon horn, he dodged the Dragon Breath that the ancient Red Dragon spewed as it turned its head, then stamped on its neck once more, letting out a howl reminiscent of a Berserker from the Barbaric Era, and swung the Flame Demon Beheading Sword at the Blood Flame Tyrant's skull.
Frenzy!
