Carson Flores watched this scene, his scalp tingling.
Ice and fire intertwined, even if it was made of iron, it would be directly shattered.
Transitioning from extremely high temperatures to freezing, who could withstand that?
Not to mention countless mountains pressing down from above, leaving no room to escape!
"Stop!"
"I concede!"
Though the Dark Ancestral Dragon wasn't outright destroyed by these tactics, it was still battered, weary beyond words.
Though he could persist longer, what meaning would that hold?
He had already witnessed Delarosa's methods and roughly understood that in this Tower World, she was akin to a god.
She may not necessarily be much stronger than him, but here, it was her domain, and he couldn't possibly contend with her.
The Dark Ancestral Dragon chose to surrender.
Though a bit embarrassing, what did it matter?
After all, no one else was watching!
