Lift it up again, then smash it down.
All that could be seen were the wheels of the aerial chariot madly spinning, tossing black flames like flaming wheels.
The most primal collision created a destruction of landslides and earth splits.
The Nightmare Warhorse that had been constantly bitten in the mouth by the Rotten Sin Dragon suddenly exploded, the chariot went wild, and its wheels heavily smashed onto the neck of the Rotten Sin Dragon.
Rolling burning wheels climbed onto the dragon's back, swiftly blazing past like scrubbing, from the dragon's head to its tail. Lind saw the Rotten Sin Dragon's back burning, and due to the sudden severe wound on its back, it painfully fell and struggled on the ground.
As the tail swept horizontally in severe pain, the storm it raised once again obscured the line of sight.
"Roar—!"
The Rotten Sin Dragon lay prone on the ground, warily staring at the Swift War Chariot spinning its wheels in place.
