"Caldo! Flowing Waterfall!" Caslo's eyelid twitched as he hurriedly had Caldo cast the skill to widen the distance. After all, no one liked getting up close and personal with a Bio-Mother!
"Damn it! What kind of desecration is this?" Caldo spread his tattered wings, and a massive Dragon Power Magic Array unfolded before him. The next instant, a green torrent of Wind Dragon Power surged forth! Rampaging Wind Elements savagely shredded everything in their path!
"Awoo!" A bizarre, piercing Dragon's Roar rang out. The rotten, broken Corpse Dragon let out an ancient roar. Its decayed body leaked air from every direction, making its voice incomparably strange!
"Dispel Magic!" Seeing the advanced Draconic Magic, Flowing Waterfall, instantly break apart and dissipate, both man and dragon stiffened.
"How are we supposed to fight this? I've never seen anything like this!" Caslo said in a panic.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? No dragon ever taught me how to fight a Mobile Disaster that can dispel magic!" Caldo froze as well. There were peak experts every year, but Middle-earth had especially many! Sooner or later, one would run into an opponent capable of shattering one's defenses. Ranged attacks could be dispelled, and melee combat... how many people had ever traded blows with a corpse at close range?
"I've flown this far already! This damned curse is still eating away at me!" Caldo was in terrible shape. The curse and plague carried by the Corpse Dragon were slowly yet relentlessly corroding Caldo's Dragon Power and defenses! They showed no sign of weakening with distance!
"Fight from a distance! Keep your distance! Don't lead that thing near the city! Pull farther away! Farther!" Caslo urgently patted Caldo's back.
"You don't need to teach me! I know what to do! Damned thing!" Caldo