The tide of the Devouring Clan is unstoppable.
The Dragon Descendant's vision blurred, standing on the battlefield with a battered body, eyes sweeping over the battlefield littered with the remains of kinsmen, letting out a final battle roar.
Gazing at the Devouring Surge, which had momentarily been repelled but was now returning as a flood, dragged its heavy body for a final charge.
This was its destiny, to die in the stance of a warrior.
Just as the surging wave of Devouring was about to engulf it.
Boom!
A loud noise erupted from the sky, and the Dragon Descendant and its kinsmen, charging alongside, jerked their heads up.
The Sky Dome suddenly shattered.
A rift spanning the sky unfolded with a thunderous crash, blinding silver light cascaded down like a waterfall.
Following that, an earth-shattering battle roar echoed through the clouds:
"Let's do this, Damage Absorption Team, charge forward."
