An hour later.
"Ha ha ha..."
Amid a thunderous roar.
The Primordial Time Dragon let out a roar of fierce delight.
Even the wounds carved deep into his bones could not affect his mood in the slightest.
It was the sheer exhilaration of hatred and fury accumulated over countless years finally finding release.
Its intensity.
Far surpassed even the pleasures of men and women entwined!
Faced with his enemy's wild jubilation, Solonor Thelandira, who had collapsed powerlessly into a pool of blood after the long battle, had no strength left to argue.
He could only lie calmly amid the blood.
And let the other party revel and cheer.
After all, he had done his best. There truly was nothing he could do now.
It would have been one thing if the enemy merely had greater numbers.
But not only were they numerous, their quality was formidable as well.
Take that Primordial Time Dragon alone.
He was already a powerful foe whom Solonor Thelandira had needed to confront with utmost seriousness.
As a Time Dragon who wielded the Power of Time.
Even if the other party could not directly stop Solonor Thelandira's time.
He could apply his power to himself, using Time Leap to evade all manner of attacks.
Furthermore, the Primordial Time Dragon could prune time to heal his own injuries to a certain extent, or directly render attacks that had already struck him completely ineffective.
For example, attacks that should have inflicted continuous damage upon an enemy.
As things that required time to take effect, once their time was pruned away, they became little more than a joke.
For instance, spells carrying Toxin Effects, hunger effects, corrosion effects...
Beyond that.
The Primordial Time Dragon could also use another kind of Time Dragon Breath—Plunder Time Line, a line-shaped Dragon Breath