Deep within the Forbidden Forest.
The moonlight sliced into fragments by twisted tree shadows, the night thick as ink wrapped in the stench of rotting leaves. Ian didn't need to worry about his bald, flowing hair standing up in the sinister wind; his eyes reflected the chaotic mist roiling within the Bronze Gate. The door was half-open, like a greedy maw ready to devour any living beings that approached.
Suddenly, the mist inside the Bronze Gate began to surge and churn violently, accompanied by a deafening Dragon's Roar, the familiar Ancient Giant Dragon soared out once more!
Its body obscure, blotting out the sky and sun, making Ian feel a strange sense of familiarity. As the Giant Dragon burst forth, its black wings covered the entire sky.
"Roar!!!"
In its amber slitted eyes burned a hatred hotter than magma, the flames flowing between its scales tinged the night with scarlet. This might be the reason why the Dragon's Roar heard from other areas of the Forbidden Forest was becoming increasingly terrifying — this constantly "reappearing" Giant Dragon presented an even angrier appearance each time.
"What the hell is going on!"
Ian was genuinely shocked.
Feeling that the situation was so bizarre that it was difficult for him to comprehend.
The dead dragon disappeared.
A new dragon crawled out of the Bronze Gate? And it looked exactly the same, leaving him to wonder if the dragon he had killed twice and the one crawling out again might not be the same one?
Just as Ian was pondering.
The Giant Dragon wasted no words, its throat lit up with an incandescent light, and then sprayed a breath capable of melting steel! Flames surged like a deluge, twisting the air and scorching the ground.
"Again?"
Ian sighed helplessly.
And raised his Magic Wand.
"Won't learn, huh?"
He didn't mind how many times the Giant Dragon could refresh. The magic activity recovery speed of a Legendary Wizard far surpassed that of an ordinary wizard. As long as it wasn't high-intensity casting of dozens of spells per second sustained for long periods, generally, a Legendary Wizard's magic power wouldn't be truly affected, with activity always able to maintain optimal condition.
This is one of the most terrifying aspects of a Legendary Wizard; as long as they're not facing a wizard of the same rank at high intensity, their magic can be considered as infinite magic power, immensely strong.
Wizards who have reached this rank are no longer mere mortals, and this isn't just a casual metaphor, but in the eyes of most wizards, Legendary Wizards have indeed transcended humanity.
The gap between them and ordinary wizards is akin to the gap between heaven and earth. In any literary work mentioning a Legendary Wizard, they are portrayed as the ultimate and unchallengeable power.
Of course.
When facing the Gods, most Legendary Wizards are clearly insufficient, but in Ian's present era, most wizards are no longer aware of the existence of Legendary Wizards, let alone the Age of Gods. In fact, in this era, many pure-blood families no longer believe in the existence of the Gods.
"Huff huff~"
With the flames rushing like a tsunami, Ian neither dodged nor evaded. He continued to control the opponent's flames, the furious Dragon Breath suddenly halting its approach midair.
The familiar flames reversed. Seeing this, the Giant Dragon angrily swung its tail, causing three millennia-old oak trees to crash to the ground, the splintered trunks lighting up the cold glint in Ian's eyes.
"Die thoroughly this time."
Ian added a few Transformation Technique means, and—a Fiery Fire—in this attack.
Instantly, the flames turned blue, directly transforming into a roaring Fire Dragon, counterattacking the wide-eyed Giant Dragon—for he already knew he couldn't harvest materials from this dragon's corpse, once killed the dragon would just disappear, so naturally, Ian didn't need to worry about leaving it intact.
Indeed, in Ian's eyes, there was no need to hold back.
He couldn't collect even a drop of Dragon Blood, the ground-staining dragon blood had "refreshed" back to its original state, only leaving traces of Ian's magic affecting it.
"Roar!"
The Fiery Fire taking form as a Giant Dragon let out a terrifying roar, its size even surpassing the Ancient Giant Dragon's hill-sized body, causing the Ancient Giant Dragon to instinctively attempt to retreat.
However.
Its Ancient Giant Dragon body was too enormous, rendering it incapable of escaping or dodging by flying; it couldn't retreat from the range of the Fiery Fire's attack.
"Roar—!"
The Giant Dragon let out a painful cry, the burning flames scorching its scales, the air thick with the smell of char. High magic resistance couldn't block the damage of Fiery Fire.
Only slowed the Fiery Fire's devouring speed.
In reality.
This only served as more torture, causing more pain than those directly consumed by Fiery Fire. The Giant Dragon frantically rolled on the ground but couldn't extinguish the flames on its body.
"Another taste of the old experience."
Ian was indeed craving the opponent's Dragon Hide, yet he knew such a reward was beyond reach. He sighed, waving his Magic Wand, causing the Fire Crystal to suddenly shatter, and countless burning fragments to swarm the dragon like a bee swarm.
Still incorporating the Shadowless Storm.
As the blades ripped through the dragon's scales, dark golden blood fell like torrential rain, corroding the ground into sizzling deep pits. Suffering dual pains, the dragon's struggling frequency became increasingly feeble.
Finally, its massive body collapsed with a thunderous fall, shaking the earth. Ian felt no emotional ripple; he remained in place, silently observing the dragon's corpse.