Qie Xieling was already foreseeing his death when he was slammed into a wall one more time before falling to the ground with a loud thud.
That was a big mistake on King Luo's part. He shouldn't have let him go because now that he did, Qie Xieling was going to pay him back twofold and hold a grudge against him.
He stumbled in the darkness and the thick cloud of dust while pulling out the same dagger as he had before.
As the dragon descended upon him with a thunderous roar, its massive jaws gaping open to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth, he cut his palm again with a grimace.
He chanted a spell but barely had a chance to defend himself. His fire spells barely made a scratch on King Luo's thick scales.
Qie Xieling managed to dodge the dragon's fiery breath, but he wasn't left unscathed. It had scorched his skin, leaving his arm burnt.
