Though after reaching the Saint Tier, one gains the ability to walk briefly in mid-air, Cole was not a fool.
In the air, one becomes a living target; even those strong enough to contend with legends don't dare face direct attacks from a large legion until they truly enter the legend ranks.
Dragons are the kings of the sky, and to fight a dragon in the air can only be done by someone capable of crushing dragons, or a true fool.
The beastman Cole had his gaze firmly locked on the young Red Dragon still wantonly rampaging, its magma-fueled mind using its thick tail to swat away several beastmen.
Yet, its body had begun to flow with scorching dragon blood, dripping onto the battlefield, sizzling as it scorched the earth.
Crack,
Cole's gauntlet-clad hand clenched tight, his breath grew heavy, blood-red filled his eyes, and powerful energy surged within him.
