Roar——
The poisonous dragon head let out a terrified screech. The spot where the White Dragon bit was at the neck and body juncture, and now the bloody wound was frozen, making it feel increasingly closer to death.
If its head were bitten off, the body managed by its two other brothers might be fine, but it would definitely be doomed.
"Don't panic!"
"Reinforcements have arrived."
Accompanying Losa's transmitted voice were streams of golden Latin words, arrayed in a mystical manner, mobilizing the power of rules pervasive in the world.
Delays and constraints—two decrees fell upon the White Dragon.
The golden shackles visible only to Spiritual Vision swiftly entwined the White Dragon's form, drastically reducing the strength of the other two heads of the Three-headed Demon Dragon, as the freed two heads fiercely bit onto the White Dragon's slender neck.
