"There's only one way—fight to the death."
Backed into a corner, Glacier's hair whipped in the wind, eyes fierce and fearless.
Slash!
Without hesitation, Glacier let out a cold snort and chopped off his crystallized arm in a single strike.
Crippling Strike – 6 million damage!
He lost a good chunk of HP—but successfully avoided being sealed by the curse.
"You're right. We fight or we die."
Orson's gaze turned razor-sharp as he looked at the crimson cocoon glowing ever brighter. His eyes wavered, and he whispered, "This time… let me be the one to protect you."
He didn't give a damn about world keystones or how strong the enemy was.
If the dragons wanted a deathmatch—then he'd bury them all right here.
Orson scanned the sky filled with purple crystal light. All of Pondenorlin City was now affected by the Purple Gold Dragon King's sealing curse.
