"King of Fire Dragons, if you want to kill the King of Abilities, roaring is useless."
Chthon's voice echoed in the Fire Dragon Leader's mind. "You've seen the King of Abilities' current strength. Although Minato Namikaze ambushed you first, the King of Abilities is undeniably powerful.
"In a one-on-one fight, you can't defeat him. You'll only be blasted to pieces by him."
"Lord Chthon, I don't understand."
The Fire Dragon Leader asked, "During the last battle in London, the King of Abilities and I were evenly matched. In the end, I made one mistake and got tricked by him, which led to my defeat.
"But now, I'm at least twice as strong as before, and I've even learned Lord Cain's Bloodline Magic. Why am I still no match for the King of Abilities?
"To gain power, I sacrificed half my lifespan. And to learn Bloodline Magic in a short time, I underwent Lord Cain's mutation procedure. I have to drink Dragon Blood every day, or my blood will boil wildly. Was all that effort really meaningful?"
Beyond confusion, the Fire Dragon Leader felt deep resentment and dissatisfaction. Both Chthon and the Lord of Chaos had said that as long as it increased its strength, it could defeat the King of Abilities. Yet its head had ended up getting chopped off by him.
"Because the King of Abilities was once a Skyfather."
Chthon said, "If nothing unexpected happened, he should have used the Earth Turtle's life force over the past few days to forcibly restore some of his strength.
"Doing so will worsen the cracks in his soul. In other words, it will shorten his lifespan even further. I didn't expect him to be this ruthless. Perhaps the decisive battle with the Dragon Clan has put him under too much pressure.