The Red Dragon was exhausted.
Now's the time!
Tiniya let out a roar, as the Frost Power in her right claw unleashed, instantly forming a sharp spear more than twenty meters long.
The spear was forged from Ice Crystal, entirely clear and translucent, with its tip shining with a chilling light, exuding an indescribable coldness, like a divine spear ready to end all things.
"Die!"
Tiniya gripped the Ice Crystal Spear tightly, flapping her Dragon Wings to stir up a cold gale, transforming into a ghostly white shadow, attacking Dracarys.
Dracarys' pupils contracted slightly, yet she had no way to escape, she had to rally herself for a hurried defense.
The strength Tiniya had accumulated for so long burst forth, her speed was simply too fast!
"Swish—"
The Ice Crystal Spear pierced through the air, breaking through to stab into Dracarys's wound, penetrating her left shoulder once more.
