The Vengeful Valkyrie's flesh conversion rate had unknowingly surpassed 40%.
That was only from absorbing splattered dragon blood. If his entire body were soaked in it, would it break past 100 percent right away?
The white dragon Vortigern had already fallen to the ground, groaning. It could not understand why its indestructible dragon scales had become so fragile.
The Knights of the Round Table on the ground who possessed ranged attacks saw that Vortigern was badly wounded and intended to kick him while he was down.
Vortigern had thought that his weakened dragon scales would never withstand this barrage of attacks.
Yet it discovered that its scales had become indestructible again, leaving it completely unscathed.
The white dragon finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with its dragon scales.
Then the problem lay with that strange flying lump of iron.
The resurrected white dragon Vortigern clearly lacked modern knowledge and had no idea what a robot was.
Its memories still lingered at the moment King Arthur had severed its head.
The white dragon glared viciously at the flying lump of iron.
If that iron lump dared to come closer, it would bite down without hesitation.
Yuan Shikai lowered his flight altitude until he was level with its gaze.
From that position, he could easily see the Reverse Scale flashing red through the Mystic Eyes of Clairvoyance.
It was as though it were telling Yuan Shikai, Here, here! Hurry and strike here!
The white dragon Vortigern said in a hoarse voice, "Iron lump, what kind of monster are you?!"
Its hind legs had been temporarily unable to straighten from the previous attack. One of its wings was broken, and part of its tail was missing.
Its front claws were mangled beyond recognition, barely retaining their shape. The only intact parts were