But now, Makarov had actually arrived!
Gildarts was puzzled, but the others were not! Seeing one of the Ten Wizard Saints arrive gave them some confidence. After all, they all knew how powerful the Ten Wizard Saints were!
Makarov stepped forward and looked into the distance!
The area was shrouded in dust. The rocks falling from the sky had stirred up the seawater and fierce winds, sending sand and dust along the shoreline into the air!
Through the dust, they could only vaguely make out a few shadows!
Then, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out!
"Roar..."
The Black Dragon roared, its cry filled with rage—overwhelming rage!
Mixed into its roar was a pained howl. "You actually injured me! I'll destroy you all, destroy you all..."
"Roar..."
The sound waves whipped up a gale that swept away the dust, revealing the shoreline and the sea!
The sea that had once been there now held little water. Only flowing lava, shallow streams, two mountains, and countless shattered rocks remained!
The Black Dragon looked somewhat battered. Sand and dust covered its body, its back was torn open and faintly bleeding, and it could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood!
It had to be said that this was the first time the Black Dragon had been injured in countless years!
Ever since the Black Dragon had bathed in the blood of ten thousand dragons, its scales had become incomparably tough! Its resistance to magic had reached the utmost limit! Simply put, if a spell struck the Black Dragon with ten parts of power, ninety-nine percent of that power would be weakened! In other words, many spells could not even inflict one-tenth of their original damage upon the Black Dragon! With so much damage reduced, the Black Dragon was practically invincible!
Of course,