They came in like a sea—scales glimmering, jaws wide, breaths igniting with chaotic flame of fury. All hundreds of thousands of dragons are flame dragons.
Though they have weaker bloodlines, taking on the combined assault of thousands of said dragons is no joke, even for someone like Kent.
In an instant, Kent was swallowed by a storm of killing intent.
The first wave descended like a torrent of collapsing moon.
Tens of thousands of dragon breaths, all fire, merged into a single catastrophic beam aimed at one lone figure below.
Kent planted his foot lightly on the ground, keeping his focus on Atarah (forsaken seer) and the other Root Immortal. She has Immortal Qi, and as a forsaken seer, Kent knew she was a danger.
In fact, she is the only one Kent is wary of. All forsaken Seers are just too crafty and deadly.
However, that doesn't mean his attention on the dragon beam is any less.
"Hmph." Kent sighed.
