The distance.
Fierce Beast Hunter's arrows came continuously, each aiming at joints and old wounds, while the Magic Potion Expert was smashing bottles of potion on the ground, creating a mix of gases that turned into an invisible, Dragon Race-targeted poison.
The chanting of the Curse Master echoed continuously.
He continually constructed various control magics, causing great trouble to Galos.
Viscount Ironthorn and the Dragon Hunter were not teammates, lacking tacit cooperation, resisting the urge to join the siege, mainly staying close to the Curse Master.
The Dragon Hunters had promised him that once they heavily injured the young Dragon, he could deliver the final blow.
At this moment, the War Priest raised a silver shield high, the holy emblem on the shield suddenly lit up, and he slammed into the young Dragon from the side.
Boom!
Fiery flames surged, the explosive airwave overturned the arena's debris, dust filled the air.
