Chapter 70 - 65 Yarlessto’s Nightmare_2
Dertulian watched it coldly, the hunter’s icy fury drove his spear into the vulnerable eyes of the giant dragon.
The glinting tip of the spear stabbed straight at Aus’s pupil, the sound of cutting through the air echoed in the giant dragon’s ears, dragon blood surged out, and the winds that crossed the sky scattered it, drifting with the gale.
The giant dragon Aus let out an agonized, strained wail; its body trembled with pain, scales oozing blood, fear rose from its toes, its vocal cords quivering, as if begging for mercy.
Its wings quivered, looking like they could plummet to the ground at any moment.
Dertulian gripped the spear tightly, he pulled it out, his other hand grasping the dragon horn, as he turned his body toward the other eye.
He saw that eye, no longer filled with rage, but fear.
The kind of fear a prey beast has when facing the hunter.
Dertulian, without any hesitation, jabbed the dragon-blood-coated sharp spear mercilessly through the other eye; blood gushing out like a torrent without a valve.
The giant dragon Aus howled in unbearable pain; the terror of death, along with the gush of fresh blood, overwhelmed every inch of its scales; it was now completely blinded, left only with the bloody darkness of its eyes.
Its massive body could no longer maintain balance; Aus’s wings tensed, and its head lurched downward, falling toward the ground like a meteor.
Dertulian drove the spear deeper, as if to pierce through the beast’s brain itself, holding the spear in one hand, the sturdy dragon horn in the other, lowering his body to embrace the fall.