Rebuilding Terra

Ozma faced this terrible dragon without any hesitation or fear. He immediately cast a powerful spell, and his hands danced like a nimble bird, muttering something in his mouth, as if the mysterious spell was the key to open the elemental door. As he cast the spell, the surrounding elemental forces began to surge wildly, like a surging tide. Under his exquisite control, flames, frost, and lightning intertwined to form a gorgeous and powerful spell shield. The shield exuded colorful light, like an indestructible fortress, tightly guarding Kazan in it. Ozma was very determined in his heart. He knew that Kazan was his most trusted brother. No matter what, he had to do his best to protect him. Only in this way could Kazan attack the dragon without any worries.

Kazan felt the powerful protection of Ozma, and a warm current surged in his heart. He tightly grasped the huge battle axe in his hand, which seemed to be a symbol of strength. The axe blade flashed with a cold light, which seemed to be able to penetrate everything, leaving no doubt that it could cut off all obstacles in the world. Kazan roared, and the roar was like the roar of a tiger, full of power and majesty. He rushed towards the dragon like a tiger descending from the mountain, and every step he took on the ground seemed to make the earth tremble. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he came to the front of the dragon in an instant, like an unstoppable gust of wind.

The dragon looked at Kazan who was rushing towards him, and a trace of disdain welled up in his heart. In his long life, he had faced countless challengers, and he thought Kazan was just another ignorant fellow. He opened his bloody mouth, and a stream of hot flames spewed out like erupting magma, trying to burn Kazan to ashes. The flames were so hot that they could destroy everything, and the air around them seemed to be ignited instantly. However, Ozma's magic shield played a role in time. The shield was like an indestructible wall. The flames hit it and were ruthlessly blocked outside, unable to hurt Kazan at all.

Kazan seized the opportunity, leaped high, and chopped the dragon's body with the battle axe in his hand with an unstoppable momentum. There was a loud "clang" sound, echoing in the air like a huge bell. The battle axe collided with the dragon's scales, splashing a dazzling spark, and the sparks were like fireworks blooming in the night sky. The dragon felt pain and roared angrily, and the roar seemed to shatter the mountains and rivers. It waved its huge claws, which were like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, and slapped Kazan with a whistling sound, as if it wanted to beat Kazan into a pulp.

Seeing this, Ozma immediately cast a spell to support. He lightly tapped his finger, and a bolt of lightning, like a divine punishment from the sky, struck the dragon's claws directly with dazzling light and deafening roar. The lightning contained a powerful force, causing the dragon's attack to deviate from its direction in an instant. Kazan took the opportunity to attack again, and the battle axe in his hand was like a spinning windmill, constantly swinging, and each swing was full of powerful force. Deep scars were left on the dragon's body, and blood flowed out of the wounds.

The dragon began to realize the power of these two people, especially the mysterious power emanating from Ozma, which gradually made it feel a little apprehensive. It didn't know why Ozma had the power of the apostle that made it feel familiar and frightened. This power seemed to be the nemesis of its life, making it feel terrified from the bottom of its heart. It recalled the legend about the power of the apostle that it had heard in the dark abyss, and it couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Ozma also sensed the dragon's fear. He thought to himself, "This dragon seems to be concerned about my power. I must make good use of it." So he increased the output of spells, and all kinds of powerful spells attacked the dragon like a storm. The flames were like burning dragons, the frost was like sharp arrows, and the lightning was like angry hammers. Each spell carried the power of destruction. He kept changing the combination of spells, trying to find the most effective way to attack the dragon.

Kazan seized the opportunity and attacked with all his might. His attack was as fierce as a storm, and every swing was full of endless power. His figure kept flashing around the dragon, making it difficult for the dragon to cope. Sometimes he jumped high and attacked from above; sometimes he rolled flexibly on the ground to avoid the dragon's attack and then quickly counterattacked. His fighting skills were fully utilized, and every move was full of the perfect combination of strength and skill.

The dragon gradually showed signs of fatigue under their attacks. Its movements began to slow down, and its defenses began to show loopholes. Its breathing became rapid, and the fierce light in its eyes gradually dimmed. It began to realize that the two opponents it encountered today were not so easy to deal with.

However, the evil dragon was not willing to accept defeat. It suddenly let out a roar that shook the earth, and then a powerful fire force burst out from its body. This fire force quickly spread, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted.

Ozma and Kazan felt the powerful force of the fire and they immediately became alert.

"Kazan, be careful, this evil dragon is going to fight to the death." Ozma shouted.

Kazan nodded, his eyes more determined: "Don't worry, brother, we will definitely defeat it."

The dragon began to attack frantically, spewing flames and energy, and waving its huge claws. Ozma and Kazan worked closely together, with Ozma constantly casting spells to resist the dragon's attacks, while Kazan took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

In the fierce battle, Ozma suddenly discovered a weakness of the dragon. Its belly seemed to be relatively weak in defense, so he immediately signaled to Kazan.

"Kazan, attack its belly," Ozma shouted.

Kazan understood what he meant, and he quickly adjusted the direction of his attack, rushing towards the dragon's belly.

The dragon sensed their intentions and tried to stop Kazan's attack, but Ozma's spells continued to interfere with it.

Kazan finally rushed to the dragon's belly. He jumped high and chopped the dragon's belly with the battle axe in his hand with all his strength.

There was only a shrill scream, and a huge wound was cut in the dragon's abdomen. Blood gushed out like a spring, and the dragon struggled in pain.

Finally, with the tacit cooperation of Ozma and Kazan, the dragon was completely defeated. It fell to the ground, gasping for breath, with unwillingness in its eyes. Its huge body lay on the ground like a fallen mountain.

Kazan stood in front of the dragon and shouted, "It was not me, Kazan, who defeated you, but my brother Ozma." He waved the battle axe in his hand and pointed it into the distance, signaling the dragon to leave the territory. His voice was firm and powerful, full of majesty.

The dragon struggled to stand up, it looked at Kazan, then looked at Ozma. It knew that it had no chance of winning against these two people. In the end, it chose to leave, it spread its huge wings and flew away.

However, Kazan knew in his heart that although they had defeated the dragon together, if the dragon had not been cautious, the battle might not have been so easy. He was secretly alert in his heart, knowing that there were more dangers and challenges waiting for them on this continent.

Ozma walked over, patted Kazan on the shoulder and said, "Brother, let's face it together, nothing can stop us." His voice was full of confidence and determination, as if it injected a powerful force into Kazan.