In response came a sound that tore through the atmosphere!
Bzzzt!
Invisible ripples ripped through the sea of flames, even leaving crack after crack across the ground!
As the resonant sound grew increasingly rapid, it formed a cold, murderous melody above the raging inferno!
"Is that Tristan? Lancelot and Aleka aren't here?"
Li Ye and Mordred, who had rushed to the scene, immediately spotted Tristan of the Knights of the Round Table battling the giant dragon.
His movements were light and graceful, each invisible slash he unleashed carving horrifying wounds deep enough to expose bone into the dragon's body!
Yet despite this overwhelmingly one-sided exchange, Tristan and the Dragon of the Sea of Flames had fallen into a stalemate.
Such powerful regeneration... Is this its final form?
Li Ye's gaze sharpened as he noticed that none of the Dragon of the Sea of Flames' wounds lasted longer than two seconds. They healed at an almost unbelievable speed.
That was what gave the dragon the confidence to remain locked in a stalemate with Tristan.
As for the source of this bizarre regenerative power—
Li Ye's gaze shifted slightly, falling upon the blue-white sea of flames.
The flames produced by the Chimera swarm they had encountered before had been far cooler than this. It seemed the magecraft contained within was different as well.
Is it the numbers?
There had been over a hundred Chimeras in that previous sea of flames. Though their numbers had steadily dwindled during the constant slaughter, their overall quality had continued to rise.
It was as though a super Chimera would be born once the killing reached its end.
Yet there were no other creatures within the sea of flames surrounding this dragon, as if this dragon were the only one.
"Well, if it isn't Tristan. Looking this