"Evil Dragon!
"Dare to destroy the ancestor altar!"
A trembling whisper, filled with fury, echoed from the swirling dust.
Samantha Leonie, covered in dust yet unharmed, stared intently at the Red Iron Dragon, flanked by two guards for protection.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Massive fragments of stone were lifted, as the tattoos on the Ancestral Guards shone with intense brilliance and emerged from within.
Aside from the four guards crushed directly by Galos, the other elite guards affected by the shockwaves were injured but not dead, clearly all elites.
"Destruction? I seek annihilation."
The Red Iron Dragon said unhurriedly.
Opposite, Leonie's withered fingers dug deep into the patterns of her magic staff, her knuckles turning white.
Her murky eyes flickered with anger, her voice hoarse, "You think the Dragon Flame can burn out the ancestral heritage of the Dawn Tribe? You will pay for this blasphemy, wicked dragon whelp!"
