Eryao paid no attention to the impotent rage of this Divine Dragon, flaunting his own prowess.
His expression was disdainful, mocking.
The corners of his mouth were lifted in a sneer.
The most pitiful was that challenging Divine Dragon; the stronger the power he unleashed, the stronger the force that rebounded onto him.
Thinking he'd defeat his opponent, he instead found himself struck by the same powerful force he unleashed, unknowingly suffering from the return of his own attack.
If it weren't for the railings and the Formation on the arena, he would've been knocked off by his own force.
This impotently enraged Divine Dragon felt useless in front of his underlings and his master, also realizing how deviously cunning Eryao was.
His indomitable spirit led him to unleash his own power, which returned and left him with internal injuries.
Disregarding the pain, the Divine Dragon's edges emerged, and its scales appeared.
