Leon at the peak of legend was indeed extraordinary. The moment he struck, he nearly cleaved the immortal evil dragon in two with a single sword.
Clito and Asna smiled at the sight, but Sui Xiong and Wenna, watching the battle from the sky, both shook their heads without prior agreement.
"It's useless," Wenna said.
"The real battle has only just begun," Sui Xiong said.
The eyes of two gods were naturally beyond compare with those of mortals. Even legendary experts fell far short of them. In their view, that evil dragon could not truly be called a dragon—indeed, it could not even be called a living creature. Could a lump of flesh forcibly kneaded together from magic power according to the shape in one's memories be considered a living creature? Of course not!
Against something that was not truly alive, attacks in the conventional sense were useless. To truly wound or even defeat it, one did not need to cut it in half or crush it to pieces, but rather sever or destroy the magic power composing its body.
So long as that magic power neither ceased nor perished, no matter how badly its body was destroyed, it could rapidly recover. Ordinary injuries would not only fail to bring it down, but would instead gradually awaken it, allowing it to grasp its true power.
For instance, right now, after being nearly split in two by that sword, it had begun to awaken.
Such a wound, fatal enough for any living creature, heavily stirred the evil dragon's originally somewhat chaotic soul, causing it to regain clarity.
Of course, even after regaining clarity, it was no longer the red dragon once sealed beneath the demon statue. It was now a half-demon evil dragon born after being corrupted by the aura of