"Go." The Black Flame Dragon grabbed the basket.
With a flap of its wings, it launched into the air, its ferocious jaws spewing Dragon Flame as its arrow-like Dragon Body sped towards the cave's exit.
The Blind Man watched the surroundings warily, hardly daring to breathe.
The Dragon Flame blazed, piercing through solid ice; ahead loomed the Abyss Cliff; it seemed they had indeed shaken off their pursuers.
The next moment—
The basket flew out, and both it and its occupant were sliced into several pieces; the Blind Man's head remained alive—in fact, just his eyes were still living. He could see the Black Flame Dragon, which should have been holding the basket above, was ensnared by several black threads.
Blood oozed from the hard Dragon Scales.
"Roar!" The Black Flame Dragon went berserk, roaring in pain and fury.
Swipe!
A fifteen-meter-long black spear precisely thrust into the dragon's mouth with its tip.
"Stop————"
Amidst the roaring flames, the Blind Man screeched.
