"Pfft!"
Under intense pressure, the Ancient Gold Dragon felt an iron taste welling up from deep in its throat, blood gushed out, and its bones almost crushed. It struggled to lift its head, its voice hoarse.
"You've misunderstood, as an ally, I just wanted to confirm your injuries..."
"Confirm injuries?"
Cassius bared his blood-stained fangs, sneering coldly: "Confirm injuries and you need to conceal yourself? Do you need to cast a spell on yourself? Do you take me for a fool like a White Dragon?"
Dionysus stared into the Red Dragon Emperor's eyes, spitting blood, forcing a bitter smile: "Your Majesty Cassius, pardon my bluntness, you cannot control this malicious divinity. You already possess such immense strength, why continue to covet the divine powers of the deities?
