"Ha! Dragon God Airel, that despicable fellow dares not come; do you think you can stop my return with just yourselves?"
Dead Dragon Marlodis sneered relentlessly.
The once wise and lively eyes within its fierce dragon head had now turned into cold, empty voids.
As it stared at this group of elites from the Holy Church, its gaze was filled with mockery and disdain.
That gaze seemed to pierce through the soul, evoking an indescribable chilling sensation.
As it spoke, the spikes on its neck bulged and swelled, and it spewed out breath infused with flames engulfed in a golden glow.
The black flames of the Dragon's breath flooded out like a torrent.
An atmosphere of despair and destruction overwhelmed the heavens.
Three ninth-rank Red Robed Archbishops formed the Dragon Slaying Formation without any fear. Magical Power converged, and the Spell was instantly cast: "Divine Skill·Dragon Spear!"
