Xingyan even felt like a balloon with a constant leak. His vitality and energy were rapidly draining away through the several spines embedded in his body.
But for now, he didn't feel too weak. His balloon was big enough to keep leaking for a while longer.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
If nothing else, a battlefield with a Brachydios was always the most spectacular, and the loudest. The explosions had been going off nonstop from beginning to end.
What a brute!
A complete meathead!!
The Brachydios roared and kept trying to charge Xingyan. As long as it got close, it would brazenly detonate the nearest explosive scales. It was even willing to take a slash from Xingyan in exchange. It had a long health bar, after all.
Trading injuries was the Brachydios's style—a pure, shameless brawling tactic.
The most important thing was that Xingyan really didn't dare trade injuries with it. Even though both dragons had fire attributes, and Glavenus's body had enough resistance to fire damage, he still didn't dare. Nergigante's spines were still stuck in his flesh!
If Xingyan hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have put up with a shameless brawler like the Brachydios. With those sharp saw-blades of his, no dragon had ever been born that could trade injuries with him.
I bet my damage is higher than yours!
But there was no "if." The situation was simple: Xingyan didn't dare take a direct hit from the Brachydios.
Nergigante's spines were long and hard, while Xingyan's body wasn't broad enough. The spines had nearly pierced right through him. The worst part was that they were embedded in his side, near his back.
The heat-dissipation ducts Xingyan had planned for himself during his last evolution were right around there.
That was dangerous.
If the Brachydios managed to pounce on