"Roar!!!"
The double-headed Bone Dragon roared continuously, its entire skeletal frame trembling, yet it couldn't break free from the magical hexagram formation's constraints.
As soon as the three seconds passed, everyone recovered, with the blacksmith being the most shocked. He didn't even know how he had fallen and yelled madly, "Humans, don't think this will change your death's outcome, none of you can escape! Die!!!"
Clang!
Before the blacksmith could stick the talisman onto the double-headed Bone Dragon's skeleton, a metal rod smashed down on the back of his head with a heavy thud. The sudden event, coupled with the force of the rod, caused the blacksmith to fall to the ground.
"How dare you ignore me, you deserve it!"
The Smoke Demon walked up from behind the blacksmith, completely ignoring the existence of the magical hexagram formation. He swung another blow, striking the blacksmith's spine, producing a muffled groan.
"Hmm?"
