On one side of the mountain's base, Kroli shook his head with regret and said:
"What a shame, that young man just now had commendable courage but was as dull-minded as a barbarian, not knowing to dodge, only knowing to fight head-on!"
"Otherwise, if he could have heavily injured the Ancestor Dragon Kolaxius, when Great Priest Erikson arrived, he might have reaped a significant advantage."
Suddenly, the expression of Kolaxius in the field changed. It felt something rising beneath its body, and at the same time, the stabbing pain on its back became more pronounced.
As for the crowd around, they were all staring agape at Kolaxius.
Because they saw Kolaxius' enormous body in a convex shape.
A tremendously strong dragon-man, glowing with a blood-red light all over, had lifted a segment of Kolaxius's body with a riding spear.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The spear continuously stabbed, causing Kolaxius immense pain as if being sliced by knives, immediately letting out a miserable scream!
