Thus, he slid into an unfathomable abyss!
The Ancient Molten Earth Dragon was not a pureblood Five-Color Dragon, making it even harder to communicate with. Hostile, brutal, and bloodthirsty, all these negative descriptors could be applied to it.
This is why he had just stopped in place, without taking a single step.
"Die!"
Faced with the already awakened Ancient Molten Earth Dragon, the Master of the Dark Furnace, Lokar, also made an immediate decision.
He no longer concealed his own strength, his aura soared, and he grabbed the Warhammer, which was originally held by the captain of the guards, Angrel, and hurled it fiercely towards Raine!
"Tweet!"
The pale golden Warhammer moved so fast that its shadow was barely visible!
The sharp sound of it piercing through the air was not a hum, but a near arrow-like piercing whistle.
If one looked from the side, it could be spotted.
