His agility exceeded the Phoenix's expectations.
The Dragon Wings, like giant blades, tore through the dense mist and steam, grazing past the Phoenix's splendid tail feathers.
However, no blood splattered forth.
The tail feathers of the Phoenix, though struck, did not break or dissipate.
They seemed to possess a luxuriously realistic form, yet in essence, they were high-level elemental life, capable of immunity to most physical and fire damage.
On the physical level, attacks had limited effect on her.
"Foolish Dragon! Your attacks are of little consequence to me!"
The Phoenix let out a clear, mocking cry, gracefully weaving intricate paths in the air, leaving behind dozens of indistinguishable fiery afterimages.
Simultaneously, she lifted her neck, her sharp, hard beak moving like lightning, quickly and precisely pecking at the body of the Red Iron Dragon.
Tap tap tap tap!
