"Sh*t… the Dragon King really showed up?" Madman swallowed hard.
"Uh… so this is our target, huh? What am I supposed to say?"
Bradley's face was frozen in place. They had already pushed themselves to the limit to kill two Purple-Gold Dragon Riders in such a short time. That alone was enough to shock the entire Infinite Dimensions world.
But now, standing before them was the real nightmare—the Purple-Gold Dragon King, level 110, with a staggering 1.2 billion HP. Compared to him, those two Riders were just pond frogs facing a thunder god.
Drunken Dream muttered, "My friends, I don't even need to fight to know I'm going to die today."
All eyes turned to Orson.
"This time… I'm stepping in," Orson said calmly, voice like still water.
Madman let out a weird laugh. "Hell yeah, let's kill this bastard. That chick looked hot—maybe we can get her as an NPC partner?"
Stewart shouted, "Kill the Dragon King!!"