"Taste Gruul's fury!" Gruul shouted in reply, roaring as he charged toward Deathwing's enormous body.
The gigantic gronn slammed into the black dragon's chest... The sheer force of the collision cracked the surrounding cliffs, while boulders kept tumbling from the jagged cliffs above.
"Wildhammer, retreat!" Kurdran Wildhammer shouted from the sky.
Having achieved their planned combat objectives, the Wildhammer dwarves gradually landed aboard the Khardros.
Then, under the mages' efforts, Norgannon's Core inside the Floating City activated again... The Floating City began turning around, retreating south.
"Lord Kurdran, don't we need to deal with that black dragon?" a Dwarf Gryphon Knight asked, somewhat puzzled.
"These are Karin's orders. He said we're no match for him... This black dragon will be left for him to deal with!" Kurdran explained.
"Then can Lord Karin... kill this black dragon?" Looking at the terrifying black aura on the ground, the Dwarf Gryphon Knight couldn't help shivering.
Kurdran frowned, then said firmly:
"Of course. I trust Karin. He'll definitely find a way."
As the dust settled, Gruul rubbed his head, his face contorted in pain, while Deathwing stood motionless, completely unscathed.
"Is that all the mighty Gruul can muster?" Deathwing sneered mockingly. "To me, it's no different from a scratch!"
"Gronn are invincible!" Gruul raised his head again, looked at Deathwing with a serious expression, and charged once more.
This time, his momentum was even greater.
In Karin's eyes, this charge of Gruul's might have been enough to destroy a small mountain.
But Deathwing still did not dodge. Instead, he collided with Gruul using his enormous draconic body.
After the violent impact... the Father of the Black Dragonflight staggered back several steps.
The Gronn King, meanwhile, had blood streaming all over his head.
"That was a little stronger this time!" Deathwing cast a contemptuous glance