Facing an evil dragon with an immortal body, even the formidable husband-and-wife duo of Clito and Asna could not help but feel a headache coming on.
For martial combat specialists like them, enemies with immortal bodies were the most troublesome—and this hulking immortal creature before them was the most troublesome kind of all.
Just look at their weapons: the Black-and-White Twin Blades and the Transparent Rapier. Their power was beyond question; cutting iron like mud and shattering gold and jade were no challenge for them. But these weapons had all been designed for enemies roughly human-sized. Against something whose single claw was larger than half an ordinary person's body, they seemed woefully inadequate—like using toothpicks to fight a tiger. Unless they struck a vital point, they might not even pierce its hide.
If their opponent had been an ordinary giant dragon, that would have been one thing. Weapons infused with battle aura could easily tear apart dragon scales tougher than steel, slice through resilient dragonhide and flesh, pierce dragon bones hard beyond measure, and wound it deeply. A few blows would be enough to kill it.
But what they faced now was a freak that would not even die after a battle-aura sword pierced its dragon crystal—a true immortal body!
Against such a freak, they suddenly felt keenly aware of their own lack of offensive power and limited range of attacks, and could not help gritting their teeth in frustration.
As the two sides fought fiercely, many of the Noble Faction cavalrymen had already fled. Roughly fifty or sixty remained where they were—about the same number had escaped, while roughly the same number had been killed or lay heavily wounded on the ground.
Those cavalrymen who had not run were not unafraid of death. Rather, they had lost faith in