No Soul Intent Tier Transcendents intervened in this battle; instead, they watched from afar.
Against a dragon of the same tier, victory was basically impossible unless one was a genius or freakish prodigy.
Ten minutes later, Liana, commander of the Eclipse Legion, looked at the broken sword in her hand, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on her face.
Beneath the blazing flames, everything returned to stillness.
Within the fire, her body was slowly scorched away, turning to ash and scattering through the air.
"It's over. It's over."
Perhaps dying here meant she would not have to face the people of her kind whom she had betrayed.
After annihilating the enemy, Iletos returned to his elven form.
Looking at the enemy who had already turned to ashes, his face was full of heartache.
With that woman's strength, she clearly could have blocked that strike, yet she had chosen to give up resisting.
"My treasure!"
Hearing that wail, Verlit nearly lost it. He wanted to laugh, but at the crucial moment, he forcibly held it back.
After all, this man was a Corps Staff Officer. If they offended him, he might make things difficult for the Seventh Legion.
As for Greg, he simply turned his face away, choosing out of sight, out of mind so he would not burst out laughing.
With no one else watching, Isatos silently noted the matter, then began patrolling the skies, waiting for a second enemy to emerge from underground so he could strike first and leave no opportunity for anyone else.
He had thought that this outing would let him enjoy a good fight while thoroughly plundering the enemy's wealth.
Instead, he had come to serve as a mascot. There were no enemies, much less any treasure.
If he did not gain something soon, this