The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 493 Domain

The leader of the draconic elves found himself in an unfamiliar location, his boots sinking into moist soil while the splash of water echoed nearby.

He stood nowhere near the entrance gate he'd passed through earlier, that much was clear.

Deep underground, miles beneath the surface, he occupied a confined room whose precise position escaped even him and his own father.

The only certainty was that this portal connected directly to that hidden space.

Advancing cautiously, he eyed a lengthy passage leading into a vast hall. Its roof soared endlessly overhead, and its expanse stretched beyond sight.

Positioned at the far end lay the core essence of Karlan.

The leader's gaze sharpened upon spotting a cluster of twelve shadowy forms.

These were the draconic priests and protectors of the relics left by deceased legends.

His closest confidants and, most importantly, the ones tasked with the ceremony to grant RedDeath the might of Karlan's dragon.

In truth, RedDeath differed from Khaedryss; mere consumption wouldn't let him claim any power.

"What are you waiting for?" The leader grinned as the earth trembled under his stance, with RedDeath advancing a pace. "Let's get started—"

His words choked off abruptly, the surroundings twisting as shadows engulfed all light.

Reaction came too late; he witnessed the cloaked priests ripped apart by a surge of force, infernal warmth surging from behind.

A dense barrier of mana shielded him while RedDeath pivoted, its maw parting to expose countless jagged, warped fangs.

The beast's bellow failed to mask the blast's thunder.

Though RedDeath's hide endured, the terrain crumbled below; his massive frame hurled rearward, talons raking the unyielding rock.

"Who the hell are you? Filthy pig! Show yourself!" The leader bellowed, himself flung into the giant hall, a torrent of fire erupting from their prior spot and lighting up the shadowed expanse.

Seconds passed before RedDeath too was ejected, his colossal form crashing onto the rugged floor with a heavy boom.

"Filthy pig? Is that how you greet your son-in-law?" A mocking tone resounded, trailed by a deep, resonant chuckle.

The leader's stare lifted, the towering creature overhead snarling at a airborne youth.

Handsome features marked him, with flowing ebony locks and intense violet gaze, all directed at them in scorn.

This was among the victors from the recent trials, the very one selected by Seraphine!

Teeth clenched, the leader struggled to contain his fury.

"So that's why that little bitch felt bold enough to emerge from her cursed lair? Hahahaha!" The leader cackled madly.

Just as suddenly, his mirth faded, expression hardening into focus.

Mana seeped from Qingyi, detectable to his senses...

Tenth ring...

A mere tenth-ring upstart had repelled him with such force?

That realization ignited a furious storm in the leader's veins.

Acceptance proved impossible!

"Don't interfere!" He commanded RedDeath, who merely flicked his head in irritation.

Instantly, the leader lunged ahead, form blurring into invisibility as he shattered sound's barrier, a slender, graceful blade materializing in his grip.

As the blade clashed against the sky-defying thunder sword,

the nearby reality appeared to shatter, the leader's scarlet mana colliding with Qingyi's thunder Qi and Mana.

A crimson haze overtook the massive hall, its rocky barriers quaking fiercely while countless protective formations ignited simultaneously, averting total ruin.

"Die!" The leader's shout resembled a feral beast's wail as he poured forth the peak might of an eleventh-ring master, transforming the environment entirely.

'Is that... a domain?' Qingyi's eyes bulged in realization of the shift.

From the ground and surfaces, myriad petite crimson blooms erupted,

overwhelming every inch nearby.

Guiding his Qi grew challenging, and the ambient mana around him drained away with savage pull.

He pulled back, yielding the exchange to the leader, who hurled him into a wall with tremendous force, nearly shattering the safeguards.

"Ugh... damn..." Qingyi clenched his jaw.

Even inhaling proved labored, his frame weighing far more than usual.

His sight shifted to the realm encircling the leader, a sight utterly alien to his experience.

The tiny blossoms had swelled into enormous roses, each unfurling in turn, with hordes of fine spikes emerging from them.

"What's wrong... shocked?" The leader bared a twisted grin, sturdy vines bursting amid the blooms, encasing him fully.

"That's your punishment for crossing the wrong foe, brat!"

The vines thrust at Qingyi, sharpening to points while the roses unleashed their spines in unison.

At once, a cold shiver raced through Qingyi, an unprecedented peril flooding his senses.

He trembled, jaw tight, his form swiftly sheathed in robust obsidian armor.

Engaging within the dragon elf leader's domain held no logic; defeat loomed inevitable.

Qingyi needed to shatter or dilute it somehow.

With gritted teeth, he summoned his draconic Qi, a gigantic ebony serpent manifesting at his rear, its cry dominating the surroundings.

RedDeath, previously aloof to the fray, snapped his head up, countering the spectral dragon with his own roar, scarlet gaze blazing with lethal fury.

Beneath Qingyi's lineage pressure, the leader's drive waned notably, yet insufficiently.

The assault's velocity remained outrageous, its force diminished by scant ten or twenty percent.

A domain surpassed his prior imaginings in potency, no question.

"This is going to hurt..." The striking youth braced himself, teeth grinding for the oncoming strike.