At the same time, Rick, gritting his teeth against the pressure of the dragon's poisonous aura, thrust out his spear with all his strength. Spiritual power surged from his core and poured into the weapon, making it glow faintly as he channeled every bit of energy he could muster.
With a sharp whistle, the spear shot out like a bolt fired from a massive crossbow, cutting through the air in a straight and deadly line toward one of the dragon's heads.
But the three-headed black dragon was far stronger and faster than either Rick or Devon had anticipated. With a single, violent coil of its heads, it exhaled another wave of thick, rolling poisonous gas. The venomous mist struck the ochre earthen tablet Devon had conjured earlier, shattering it into crumbling pieces before it even finished solidifying.
