"It looks like this is already his full strength." Helena, the little girl guarding the Dragon Tomb, spoke up when she saw the Elf Dragon transform into the Seven-Colored Dragon Scale Armor.
The withered old man next to Helena, Wolff, said:
"It's just a pity for that little guy."
"Just recognized the master and already sacrificed."
Regarding their conversation, the Pope Frederick remained composed and said:
"Since that guy is back."
"Then this is just the beginning."
Helena and Wolff exchanged a glance.
It seemed they both saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes, Wolff said:
"Is there no other way?"
"Way? Hmph~"
Frederick's face turned cold and said:
"Do you think a Giant Dragon would care about stepping on a nest of ants when landing?"
After saying this, Frederick glanced at Lin Yi, then turned and disappeared into the void.
Upon seeing this, Wolff didn't even know what to say, only letting out a sigh.
At this moment, Elena suddenly spoke:
"Old guy"
