Dragon Form

"Wha..." Nalis looked down at the Troll, who showed not the slightest fear and even raised his voice to demand information from her as though to show how angry he was. She was a little slow to react.

"Forget it..." Zul'ra looked at the massive Black Dragon, who seemed to have frozen up. He had originally intended to trade barbs with her. He had always liked to crush his opponents mentally first, or at the very least put himself in the superior position, but that approach did not seem very effective against Black Dragons, who worshipped violence. Better get straight to it!

"Mortal..." Just as Zul'ra gave up on trading insults, Nalis snapped out of her daze, and the Black Dragon's savage nature surged forth. She opened her jaws and blasted dragonfire straight down at him, determined to let this Troll taste the agony of being consumed by flames.

Among the five dragonflights, Black Dragonfire was unquestionably the most torturous. Containing the power of the earth, it resembled underground lava in both form and temperature. As it poured from Nalis's mouth, it crashed down over Zul'ra's head.

Surging heat spread outward, and the snow melted rapidly. After breathing out that torrent of dragonfire, Nalis stopped. She had controlled her power; she did not want to burn this mortal to death in an instant. She wanted to watch him writhe and howl in agony amid the flames, then devour him once he no longer had the strength to cry out. She liked her food half-cooked.

The scorching cloud of flames gradually dispersed. Nalis eagerly awaited the mortal's miserable state and screams, but she was disappointed. The mortal was still standing within the dissipating fire cloud. However, something seemed different about his eyes.

"How truly arrogant. What is the source of a