But what of it?
The upper magic dragons had no chance to unleash their signature skills before they ended up dead.
A rookie, even with millions of Gold Coins, would only end up losing to the hands of seasoned gamblers.
Seeing the Blood River Commander Nirwinke so recklessly kill his own brother, the somewhat hesitant Dragon Prince Alandron gritted his teeth and bet everything he had.
The inherent talent of the upper magic dragons was initially reserved for dealing with the Seven-Colored Dragon and the Fairy Dragon, but now it couldn't wait; Alandron could not just stand by and watch his brother die tragically!
Two "Blades of Judgment," like silver fans, suddenly appeared in the air, swiftly shooting forward like arrows.
The vibrantly colored elemental blades gradually solidified from the ethereal, releasing billowing black particle waves with each roll, vaguely tearing through space and time, carving out a clear dark path leading toward the massive body of Nirwinke.
