And all he could do was do his utmost to hold off the Black Dragon.
The Tiger Wing in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a low, blade-like hum.
Once again, he slashed out with his blade, but this time the Tiger Wing did not cut the Black Dragon.
Yet the spot where decay had started blossomed into a rotten blood flower.
A nearly one-meter gash appeared at that spot, but compared to the nearly thirty-meter body of the Black Dragon, the gash was not fatal.
Blade Energy, this belonged to Grayson's own blade force, unrelated to any order in this Holy Kingdom, and it was the strongest attack he could unleash at the moment.
The Black Dragon let out a loud roar, and a rotten breath spewed from its nostrils.
It enveloped the area where Grayson was, his blade danced, creating a flurry of blade flowers.
Protected the vital areas on his body, while the exposed skin slowly dissolved, revealing the blood-red flesh inside, Grayson's aura quickly weakened.
