"Shit!"
"Shit!"
Vital Dragon cursed, his impeccably handsome dragon scales shattered, bleeding all over—couldn't they see that?
These Immortal Monarchs were seriously damn dogs.
He had thought too much.
Originally he believed he could hold out for a while. But he underestimated the combat power this pack of Immortal Monarchs could unleash when they were drooling over his body. They'd immediately rained down a storm of attacks—he couldn't hold on!
"You're all too ruthless. This Vital Dragon is kind of weak," an Immortal Monarch shouted.
When facing the Vital Dragon, they were initially quite cautious; after all, it was a terrifying beast.
But who could've guessed? This Vital Dragon seemed kind of feeble, far weaker than anticipated.
Vital Dragon nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood upon hearing this.
Could you still have a shred of shame?
Weak? Me?
Look at how many of you there are—never seen such shameless people in my life!
Absolutely fucking shameless.
