"Damn it! I was careless!"
Blood gushed like a pillar, flowing down in torrents.
The King of Frost Giants knelt on one knee, clutching his wound desperately with his remaining hand, as a dazzling blue light erupted, and a layer of frost sealed the neatly cut opening.
He never expected that a mere half-legendary Blue Dragon would unleash such terrifying power.
Carelessness led to severe injury in an instant.
What on earth is happening?
Isn't the Dragon Race notoriously useless?
Relying on bloodline strength to reach Legendary, generally much weaker than those who fought their way up to the same level, this was the impression the King of Frost Giants, Laufey, had of the Dragon Race.
Before reaching Legendary, relying on bloodline power could still suppress enemies of the same tier.
But nearing Legendary, they became unreliable.
Each who could step up to the threshold of Legendary was an existence battle-hardened and experienced, a hero whose story could fill a book.
