Without hesitation, Orion activated the Ghost Dragon summoning.
Killing the enemy, reducing their top-tier combat power, and ensuring his own safety—that was all that mattered right now.
On the ground, the behemoth and the blue dragon were locked in a deep crater, the sounds of their physical collisions and enraged roars echoing from the pit. Clearly, Leonidas and his opponent had also entered a life-and-death struggle.
For the dragons of Dragonflame Island, the scenes unfolding before them were like a nightmare. In all the worlds they had ruled or invaded, no race or faction had ever mounted such a terrifyingly swift and violent counter-attack.
After what felt like an eternity, the Legendary-level dragons finally snapped out of their shock and began to fly toward the crater where Leonidas was fighting, intending to help.
But just as they moved, a spirit sword materialized from the void. Like a scythe cutting through wheat, it decapitated the surrounding dragons one by one.
