The Red Iron Dragon stood at the bottom of the giant pit, beneath its feet lay a massive remnant that no longer moved.
He slowly exhaled a scorching breath, the fiery red color of his scale armor gradually faded, returning to a black-red similar to cooled iron after exposure to high temperature.
Rolling heat waves surged out from the gaps in the scale armor, dispersing and evaporating the bone-chilling negative energy that filled the air.
Subsequently, his breath rapidly declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The once indestructible Dragon Scales, as strong as refined steel, were now covered in scars—minute cracks from the overloading of the Red Lotus mode, gashes by the Wraith Giant's bony claws, and prominent wounds corroded by the Witch Demon's sinister magic.
In summary, he now appeared severely injured, his breath weakened, and exceptionally frail.
"Hey, do you have any tricks under your sleeve or hidden cards left?"
