Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Chapter 444 - Tamers War - Frozen Fury

Kharzan was being heavily dominated by Selphira.

The superiority she had achieved through fusion was translating into a dominance that no amount of desperate attempts could overcome.

"WAKE UP, SUPPORT THE LIBERATOR!" Valdris roared, his voice cutting through the air like a command whip. "All at once! Don’t give her a chance to breathe!"

The desperation in his voice was unmistakable. Watching his leader being systematically dismantled by a single opponent was breaking the morale of the soldiers who had followed Kharzan lies.

Kharzan’s allies launched forward like a wave of golden and corrupt destruction. Aerial beasts dove while terrestrial creatures charged from multiple angles, creating coordinated chaos that should have overwhelmed even Selphira.

But Julius wouldn’t allow something like that.

Fused with his two beasts and now wielding the power of the Lesser Yellow Sand Dragon he had gained in fusion, Julius became a force of nature. His horns had grown and shone with golden light while his body manifested crystal armor.

"Don’t interfere!" Julius shouted, extending his arms in a gesture that carried the authority of geological forces.

The ground beneath enemy attackers instantly transformed. Pillars of earth and golden sand sprouted like geysers, dividing enemies and forcing them to fight in smaller groups against Julius’s tamers.

A triple tamer with a Pegasus and two Corrupt beasts found his mount trapped between two crystallized sand columns, forcing him to fight on land. Julius’s soldiers immediately took advantage.

The aerial superiority that should have been the enemy’s greatest asset had been neutralized in seconds, turning a dangerous flying opponent into a grounded target struggling against unfavorable terrain.

Another, with a Griffin connected to another Abyssal, was forced to navigate an aerial labyrinth of earth spires that Julius manipulated in real time, while another Yano attacker harassed him from blind angles that the earth rose to cover, protecting the prince.

The three tamers Julius faced were now manageable for him, and taking the attention of several was perfect as it lightened the load for the others.

His mind was working on multiple levels simultaneously, personal combat, terrain control, and strategic coordination all flowing together in a seamless display of advanced combat leadership.

"Perfect terrain control!" murmured one of the soldiers while witnessing Julius’s demonstration of power.

The young prince had transformed the entire battlefield into his personal domain, where every rock and grain of sand obeyed his will.

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In the center of all this coordinated chaos, Selphira and Kharzan danced their mortal jig.

Kharzan, transformed into his monstrous form, was an amalgamation of horrible abyssal power.

"DIE, WITCH!" he roared, launching a combination of corrupt fire and golden claws that would have disintegrated a building. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The attack carried the accumulated frustration, the desperate rage of a leader watching his carefully laid plans crumble into chaos and defeat.

Selphira moved like cold water, her ice spear tracing perfect arcs, thrusts and cuts that deflected each attack while counterattacking. Where Kharzan was brute force and overwhelming power, she was refined technique and lethal experience.

"Four centuries of practice," she murmured while her spear found an opening between Kharzan’s claws, "against a few years wasted on corruption."

The ice point pierced Kharzan’s left shoulder, but the Simurgh’s regeneration combined with abyssal power closed the wound almost instantly. Purple vapor rose where pure ice touched corrupted flesh.

Ren’s purification had also found its way into the ancient woman’s clear ice crystals, adding another layer of damage that sought to cleanse corruption at its source.

But against someone so powerful like Kharzan, purification still had a low conversion rate. The accumulated corruption couldn’t be undone with single strikes, no matter how precisely delivered.

"It’s not enough!" Kharzan laughed with hysteria, his multiple eyes gleaming with abyssal madness. "My regeneration is greater than your attack damage!"

As long as he could regenerate faster than she could inflict damage, time would eventually tip the scales in his favor.

But Selphira wasn’t trying to kill him with individual wounds.

Each touch of her spear left frost that didn’t melt, ice that slowly spread through Kharzan’s body like a reverse infection.

The strategy was as patient as winter itself, each small victory building toward an inevitable conclusion that no amount of regeneration could prevent.

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