There was nothing flashy about the battle between Deathwing and the Genesaurs.
Both sides relied on doggedly grappling with each other.
One had defenses that could be called invincible, while the others possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities.
Faced with this deadlocked battle, Deathwing gradually grew impatient.
But no matter how much he intensified his attacks, it did no good.
Plant lifeforms were renowned for their extraordinary vitality and regenerative abilities.
Ancient plant lifeforms like the Genesaurs were the ultimate survivors among survivors!
Even the intensely hot dragon breath could do little against them.
Flames mixed with shadow energy sprayed over the Genesaurs.
They merely scorched the surfaces of their bodies black.
Wildly growing plants soon pushed away that charred shell.
Seeing them withstand his dragon breath head-on gave Deathwing quite a headache.
Since dragon breath was not particularly effective against these creatures,
he could only let strength do the talking.
A single Genesaur was not particularly strong, and Deathwing could easily overpower one.
But with six Genesaurs clinging to him, he had no way to shake off these tenacious pests.
Once numbers reached a certain point, quantity could overwhelm quality.
Deathwing had only experienced this unpleasant feeling when the other Dragon Aspects ganged up on him.
Remembering that an enemy had attacked him from hiding during that beating,
Deathwing nervously looked around.
He feared an enemy might be lurking in the shadows, waiting to land a vicious blow.
But endless forest surrounded him, with no sign of any potential threat.
Just as Deathwing relaxed, Herad stood on a mountain hundreds of kilometers away, debating whether to take another shot at him.
The mirror-tube-like Holy Light Cannon from last time had not been dismantled.
That thing could easily burn through Deathwing's armored scales and open a hole in his body for ventilation.