The Demon Dragon is bleeding.
The blood is like fiery meteors, landing on the ground creates a deep pit, landing on the Holy Knight's shield, it instantly corrodes the Holy Artifact Shield, igniting the Holy Knight hiding underneath.
The Iron Duke's body was roasted red, the magic stone ore filled within him was rapidly consumed, an arm spun like a drill, delivering a fierce punch onto the Demon Dragon's claw.
The Demon Dragon's body seemed rotten, with flesh and scales entirely stripped away.
The Iron Duke's cold, steel-like heart couldn't help but throb painfully: "Its life force is clearly plummeting, its defense as well... But why hasn't my sense of danger faded? Does it still have the strength to drag me down with it?"
Losa's eyes remained fixed on the Iron Duke, this indestructible iron pea, it was time for it to be destroyed.
Bang—
