The Azure Dragon couldn't comprehend how people of later generations could be so brazen, using human lives as sacrifices on the sacred altar.
The sacred altar never deigns to require flesh and blood, only demands sincere devotion as offerings.
The Azure Dragon did not understand.
A blast of dragon flame spewed forth, causing the altar to waver. The Witch realized she was no match for the Azure Dragon; she merely wished for resurrection.
As long as she could live again, that would be enough.
The new life nourished by fresh blood would, like this perpetually dark 13th floor, endure forever.
The Azure Dragon had come with a promise to the little girl, and he naturally couldn't allow the Witch to succeed.
As the auspicious beast of the East, the Azure Dragon certainly had many capabilities. His overwhelming Spiritual Power gathered into a force that, in the next second, directly pierced through the altar.
