The one on the ground caused the undead to break down collectively and their hands turned numb from the beating. However, the one in the sky was extremely relaxed as it did not even spare the undead a glance.
Zela felt like vomiting blood when he saw his subordinates mindlessly massaging the earth dragon. Moreover, from time to time, the earth dragon would open its mouth and devour a few of them.
The earth dragon was like a stubborn bull that would not respond no matter how much they hit it. Not only did they fail to injure it, but they had also lost hundreds of undeads. This was basically a losing deal.
Zela gnashed his teeth as he waited for that earth dragon. He took a deep breath and forcefully swallowed the mouthful of blood that surged up his throat.
"Go… go and capture that four-winged red dragon for me. That earth dragon… let's not care about it for now…" Zela used a lot of his will power to prevent himself from dying from anger.
