700. Prejudice

Could LV10 Flame Dragon Breath change color?

Or had Dean activated some kind of self-destructive secret art, stacking it with his dragon breath to achieve this effect?

Still, with his [Fire Resistance LV10], did he really need to fear him?

Marshal Puji raised four thick tentacles high. They tensed in midair into four arcs ready to lash out, then smashed down at that tiny figure, each blow powerful enough to grind a boulder into dust.

They hit nothing.

Dean shattered the earth underfoot, his figure vanishing amid rubble and smoke. In the next instant, he had leaped in front of Marshal Puji, whose guard had been left wide open by its swing, its Mushroom Cap exposed before his eyes with no defense at all.

Azure flames burned over his knuckles.

Just one punch.

Half of Marshal Puji's Mushroom Cap vanished directly in the blazing fire. That blue flame burned along the edge of the wound, suppressing a considerable portion of its Regeneration power.

Only then did the four tentacles that had struck empty finally arrive, far too late.

Dean punched left and right. Wherever his flaming fists passed, the tentacles exploded into ashes that scattered through the air.

"My Lord Patriarch!"

When Feng Yi and the other Demon Descendants saw this, they nearly forgot the battle around them, hot blood surging straight to their heads. As long as he could land a few more punches, just a few more, that damned Giant Puji would completely fall!

"Stay away from Boss!"

A furious shout tore across the battlefield.

Louisa charged in from the flank, braving a heat wave so fierce it scorched and twisted the air. She gripped that greatsword with both hands and swung it sideways.

Her posture did not look like she was swinging a sword. It was more