At this moment, the distance between the two was only three hundred meters!
This distance was extremely close for both parties.
The Blue Dragon lying on the ground was severely injured. She never expected that the broken sword in the Great Demon's hand was as sharp as a Divine Gifted Armament, actually capable of shattering her scales with a single stroke, leaving her gravely wounded!
Two strikes, and she lost her ability to fight!
She was panting heavily, watching the approaching demon army.
Death was nearing, and it filled her with unwillingness. She was just over two hundred years old, and she was going to die already? To die at the hands of a group of lowly, inferior demons?
This made her feel some regret, regret for coming here alone to dissuade these brainless, muscle-headed demons.
Regret for not taking Land earlier and laying their eggs.
The children born in that way would surely be formidable, wouldn't they?
