Fafna's black suit was already somewhat tattered, her silver hair had lost its luster, appearing dull, but her slender arms contained extreme power. Her fingers brushed through the air, and ice condensed into the spine of a sword, then started to grow crazily. In an instant, she held an ultra-compressed, enormously heavy Ice Special Large Sword in her hand.
To Zote's extreme surprise, even reptiles have emotions, although they are just low-level constructs.
Already dealt with one, only the small one remains. Must quickly complete the disassembly and send the corpse to Aran Imperial City, before the ninth.
To him, the thing in Fafna's hand was just like a toy.
"Abandoning the pride, the destructive Magic Technique that only Dragons can execute, instead trying to beat me with this method?"
Zote flicked the Dragon Blood off the Nameless Blade, the blood was as hot as boiling water, terrifyingly high in temperature, steaming on the ground.
