The Dark Giant Dragon could no longer stand firm and was forced to fly back into the sky, watching helplessly as its minions fell one after another into the golden magma below, letting out an angry shriek.
Its anger wasn't derived from the loss of its minions.
But from ordering its minions to quickly capture that damned human—as well as to find the Pale Glory.
Under the furious gaze of the Dark Giant Dragon, the Dragon's minions continued to attack in waves, unaffected by their own greater losses, causing not a little trouble to Fang Hong, even as the Holy Temple collapsed and tilted.
At this moment, whether within the emergency command center, above King's Square, or inside Dragon Horn Hall, everyone watching this scene tensed up involuntarily.
They couldn't help but clench their fists.
On one hand, the Dark Giant Dragon and its minions were closing in step by step; on the other, even the solitary island they stood on was crumbling.
