The Dragon Race's five contestants each had their own strengths.
Aside from the eliminated Blackwater Horn Dragon King, the remaining four Dragon Race contestants had all gathered here.
Han Wu and his group had already witnessed the strength of the Volcanic Dragon King and the Crimson-Eyed Earth Dragon King.
What the Eagle-beaked Swift Dragon King displayed was unparalleled speed.
And the Skywing Light Dragon King, who had arrived last, quickly demonstrated his own power.
He activated the healing power he possessed.
A magic formation enveloped the Volcanic Dragon King and the Crimson-Eyed Earth Dragon King, rapidly restoring their injuries.
The restored Volcanic Dragon King let out bursts of smug laughter.
"Didn't you want to blast me to death just now? Come on, then!"
With the Skywing Light Dragon King present, no matter how severe the injury, it could be healed.
Even if the Machinery Evil Dragon Fortress of Sloth blasted the Volcanic Dragon King down to his final breath, he could still stand back up with the Skywing Light Dragon King's healing.
Seeing such a lineup, Han Wu's heart grew somewhat heavy.
The Dragon Race's four contestants meant four Lesser Thousand World Level Dragon Kings.
Surrounded and attacked by these powerful opponents, relying on the Machinery Evil Dragon Fortress of Sloth alone was truly rather strenuous.
Setting aside the Volcanic Dragon King's ferocious elemental attacks and the Crimson-Eyed Earth Dragon King's physical strikes, just the Eagle-beaked Swift Dragon King occasionally coming over to steal the Machinery Evil Dragon Fortress of Sloth's secondary cannons was already more than Han Wu's side could bear.
The Machinery Evil Dragon Fortress of Sloth only had a few dozen secondary cannons and two main cannons. With the Eagle-beaked Swift Dragon King's speed, stealing them dozens of times would take only a few minutes.
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