"Why are you sulking over a child?"
In that strange place, Silver Dragon shrank down and slowly coiled around Yuya.
Her expression held the joy of a long-awaited reunion, along with a trace of childlike affection.
Now countless times smaller, her delicate silver head
rubbed against Yuya.
A hint of fondness filled Yuya's eyes as he stroked her head.
His tenderness was that of someone caring for family.
"Awoo~"
Silver Dragon whined a little, lowering her head and shaking it.
"Did you sense my presence? I know you held back."
Yuya spoke softly.
He continued stroking her body.
At the same time, a strange energy gathered in his hand,
then flowed into Silver Dragon.
With Silver Dragon's strength, if she had truly attacked Madara,
he would not merely have been gravely wounded and left at death's door. More likely, not even his bones would have remained, his life and cultivation utterly extinguished.
She had only used her physical strength.
"Awoo~"
Silver Dragon let out a cry, nestled in Yuya's arms, and rolled over comfortably.
"You... how did you get hurt so badly?"
Yuya could not help frowning as Silver Dragon rolled over,
revealing an extremely deep wound across her belly.
"Awoo~"
At that, Silver Dragon perked up, rolling over again and waving her limbs excitedly.
"You're saying that tree was hurt even worse?"
Yuya asked.
"Awoo~"
Silver Dragon nodded smugly.
"As long as you've vented your anger. Once things here are settled, I'll go with you and kill it."
As Yuya spoke, a rich concentration of life essence gathered in his hand, once again mending Silver Dragon's injuries.
At their level,
battles between them had already transcended ordinary methods.
In a contest of raw power alone, this world simply could not withstand them.
And physical means alone could not truly