Tuotao, whose injuries were clearly no light matter either, treated the prisoner he and the "Valkyrie" had captured with considerable brutality. Ibefil had originally bound Serallin layer upon layer with chains made from sturdy metal suitable for conducting battle qi, which was already a cautious enough precaution. But to ensure that the seemingly helpless White Dragon could not pull any more tricks along the way, the thickheaded warrior—whose body had been half-destroyed by a dragon breath attack and could not recover quickly—chose to drive rivets capable of transmitting battle qi deep into the Winter Princess's flesh.
Perhaps in his view, he could only rest easy and purge the low-temperature Law Fragments that had destroyed half his body once every bone in this sorcerer, who excelled at fighting with physical strength, had been thoroughly saturated and monitored by the Valkyrie's battle qi.
"Aaargh! Damn it, what are you doing, you idiot warrior? Is abusing prisoners part of your so-called kindness and justice too?"
Having metal spikes dozens of meters thick and filled with scorching battle qi forcibly hammered into one's spine was certainly no pleasant experience. Although such pain, which tore through bone marrow and seared flesh, was nothing to a Legendary professional's will, the feeling of being "forged and hammered" like a specimen was enough to drive any proud dragon utterly mad. Thus, Serallin's roar at that moment was less a cry of pain than a bellow born of fury.
Of course, whether she chose to wail or roar made no difference, because Mr. Tuotao, who was busy "working," approached riveting with the seriousness of a demanding, old-fashioned blacksmith. Even though the struggling dragon had begun protesting with words like "abusing prisoners," the Legendary warrior, who was viciously swinging his door-sized blade against the spikes, merely snarled back at the