By the time the elder and Lin Yue appeared beside him, Oliver was fighting a desperate battle.
To avoid being eaten alive, he moved around the dragon's body, latching onto it with his golden tentacles. Fortunately, with the help of his armor, he could precisely control and mould the golden mana to any shape and size he desired, allowing him to sling around the dragon's mouth, barely avoiding its snapping jaws by a hair's breadth.
However, even with all his efforts, his attacks barely damaged the ferocious beast. Its thick outer scales were like chainmail, deflecting every one of his strikes.
If he could use blood, Oliver might have employed other tactics, like suffocating the beast, covering its eyes, or even weighing it down to slow its movements. But this was not a situation where he could fight uninhibited; the watchful eyes of those he considered enemies were upon him.
