Hunting the Wild Hunt!

Nothing unexpected happened.

Senne and the Ban Ard Radical Faction Sorcerers fleeing in panic were all reduced to charcoal beneath the Black Dragon's white-hot flames.

Even top-tier Magic Barriers were thinner than paper.

Ailin had not even expected it to be this easy.

After all, that was Senne!

A senior Sorcerer's Council member bold enough to usurp Henn Gedimidis, the Sorcerer Kingdom's original first new king, and a future member of the Talent and Skill Association...

That was why, despite being able to control the Black Dragon's breath, Ailin had deliberately controlled the Black Dragon to kill him with its claws right before his eyes, lest Senne possess some means of becoming immune to Dragon Breath and fire and escaping amid the chaos.

The Ban Ard Radical Faction members around Senne were certainly no weaklings either, yet they had still died beneath the Dragon Breath.

The only surprise just now had been the tide of elemental spells Senne and the Ban Ard Sorcerers unleashed by consuming costly Instant Trigger Gems.

The moment Senne and the Sorcerers shattered their gems, he had reacted in time and controlled the Black Dragon in an attempt to evade.

But its enormous body was like a galloping warhorse in a narrow alley. In such a short time, it simply could not dodge that overwhelming elemental assault.

At the time, he had truly thought this Black Dragon shell was finished.

Yet aside from having its diving momentum halted by the spell impacts, it had forcibly endured the attack without suffering even the slightest damage...

Its enormous crimson eyes looked down.

Layers upon layers of scales across its chest resembled meticulously polished obsidian craftsmanship, without the faintest flaw.

Perhaps it was immune to magic, but it was more likely simply pure physical hardness and durability.

And below...