BOOM!
The fiery shockwave of the missile exploded at the tip of the spear. The highly destructive projectile instantly pierced through the air and struck Isetor's body. Then came the fifth, and the sixth! Isetor's mountain-like upper body was swallowed by the terrifying halo of the explosions.
As the smoke, dust, and glowing halos dissipated, a layer of white currents still coiled around the surface of its scorching body. Beneath the currents, wounds of all sizes marred the surface of its rock-like muscles.
DRIP! DRIP!
Red blood tinged with a hint of green trailed down its muscular contours and splattered onto the ground, instantly evaporating into murky smoke. Its body temperature had likely exceeded a hundred degrees. Fortunately, amidst the rising vapor, the Dragon Descendant bloodline within its body was rapidly healing its wounds.
