Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

He simply flapped his wings slightly.

"call--"

A visible hurricane instantly took shape.

The little demons that were originally ferocious and roaring around were blown away like straws in the face of this storm.

Even the largest beasts could not stand firm against the power of this fan.

This is the aura of a king.

The silver-haired demon hovered in mid-air, looking down at the two true dragons opposite it.

His eyes were pure black, with no whites and no emotional fluctuations.

"Hand it over."

The silver-haired demon spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was as grating as metal scraping against metal, piercing through the long river of time and echoing throughout the hall.

This is an ancient language, but under the influence of some mysterious rules,

Everyone can understand what it means.

The dragon opposite him was in extremely poor condition; most of its once majestic golden scales were now broken.

Golden blood, like molten lava, dripped continuously from the wound.

"laugh--"

The blood fell onto the bricks below, instantly sending up a puff of blue smoke.

The incredibly hard ancient divine stone was actually melted into nothingness by the dragon blood.

The dragon was panting, and two streams of hot white breath came out of its nostrils.

Despite its severe injuries, its eyes remained proud and its spine remained upright.

"There is no elixir of immortality here."

The dragon's voice was ancient and calm.

The vertical eye between the silver-haired demon's eyebrows narrowed slightly.

A dangerous red light flickered within that vertical eye.

"The age of great contention has begun, and the secrets of heaven are being revealed."

The silver-haired demon spoke coldly, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering air.

He slowly raised one hand, his fingertips pointing towards the real dragon.

The surrounding space distorted slightly because of his movements.

"The news of the appearance of the elixir of immortality has already spread throughout the heavens."

"Rumor has it that the divine medicine is in the hands of your dragon clan."

At this point, his voice suddenly rose, filled with overwhelming anger.

"At this critical juncture, do you dragons dare to monopolize such a heaven-defying destiny?"

"That's utterly delusional!"

With his angry roar, the surrounding air seemed to ignite.

The true dragon let out a disdainful snort.

Its massive body coiled slightly, making a certain area behind it even more secure.

A fierce fighting spirit burned in those enormous dragon eyes.

"Why should I, the dragon race, explain my actions to you demons?"

The dragon's voice was like a resounding bell, shaking the surrounding clouds.

It suddenly raised its head, and a dragon's roar brewed deep in its throat.

"If it's war, then let's fight!"

These four simple words are filled with a resolute determination to die for one's cause.

The silver-haired demon's patience had completely run out.

A cruel smile appeared on his handsome yet otherworldly face.

That was the expression on a hunter's face when he looked at his dying prey.

"In that case, let's exterminate the entire clan."

He coldly delivered the final judgment.

"Kill them all, turn this place upside down."

"Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find the miraculous medicine!"

With this command given.

"roar--!!!"

The demons, who had been driven back by the gale, instantly went berserk.

They looked like sharks that had smelled blood; their eyes turned completely red.

Countless dark figures, like a black tide, surged toward the two true dragons.

"hold head high--!!"

"hold head high--!!"

Two powerful dragon roars resounded across the sky almost simultaneously.

The sky and earth changed color; the originally gray sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.

"Boom!"

Mountains and rivers turned upside down, and the sun and moon lost their light.

The torrential rain poured down like a celestial river overflowing its banks, pounding wildly onto the earth. Every drop of rain contained a sharp, sword-like energy.

Countless thick bolts of lightning, like silver snakes dancing wildly, slashed down fiercely from the dark clouds.

"Snap!"

"Bang!"

The dozens of demons at the forefront were instantly struck by lightning.

They didn't even have time to scream before they turned to ashes.

This is the power of a true dragon, capable of summoning wind and rain and wielding thunder.

However, there were simply too many demons.

Fearless of death, they trampled over the corpses of their companions and frantically pounced on the dragon's body.

The silver-haired demon moved, and his figure vanished into thin air.

In the next instant, he appeared above the head of the injured dragon.

The speed was so fast that it even exceeded the perception of time.

"die!"

The silver-haired demon now held a black bone spear.

He didn't make any fancy moves, he just stabbed downwards hard.

This thrust contained the terrifying power to shatter the void.

The true dragon sensed the danger.

It wanted to dodge, but its massive body became a burden at that moment.

"Sizzle—"

A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

The black bone spear pierced the dragon scales.

The seemingly indestructible dragon scales actually developed cracks under this attack.

The dragon, in pain, let out a deafening roar.

Its thick, massive tail swung violently.

"call--"

The giant tail swept across, distorting the void.

Black cracks appeared in the surrounding space; these were spatial turbulence.

However, the silver-haired demon was already on guard.

With a flap of his wings, he transformed into a streak of silver light, narrowly avoiding the attack.

But the other demons weren't so lucky.

Dozens of demons that couldn't dodge in time were struck directly by the giant tail.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Their bodies burst open instantly, like water-filled balloons.

Blood rained down, turning the entire battlefield crimson.

But this was just the beginning; there were far too many demons.

They were like an endless swarm of locusts, frantically tearing at the dragon's wounds.

The dragon was gradually losing its strength.

Its movements began to slow down, and it sustained more and more wounds.

Golden blood flowed as if it were free, gathering on the earth to form a golden river.

The people inside the hall were dumbfounded.

They felt like their hearts were about to jump out of their chests.

This level of combat was far beyond their comprehension.

Every strike could shatter mountains and rivers, every roar could shake the heavens.

This is the real mythical war!

Finally, the silver-haired demon found its opportunity.

The vertical eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened to its widest extent.

A destructive dark light shot out from it.

"Now!"

A ferocious look of ecstatic joy appeared on the silver-haired demon's face.

The dark light did not attack the dragon's body.

Instead, it bypassed the dragon and blasted towards the position behind it that it had been guarding.

There, there was a faint golden barrier.

"Snap!"

The already crumbling barrier shattered completely under this attack.

Like a mirror collapsing.

next second.

"call out--"

A dazzling stream of light burst forth from the shattered barrier.

The streak of light was so fast that even the light screen couldn't completely capture its trajectory.

It was like a shooting star going against the current, instantly rushing towards the end of the sky.