In just a few minutes, the black dragon had fully recovered. But unlike before—when it looked majestic and fearsome—it now appeared utterly pitiful.
Its black scales were peeling, and blood seeped from every pore.
Two of its horns had snapped, one of its hind legs was severed, and blood poured relentlessly from the wound.
One eye was blinded, and a gaping hole had opened on the side of its chest.
"Singularity of Chaos..." it growled, its voice thick with hatred. "I'll kill you... tear you apart... There will be no place for you in this world!"
Roaar!
A thunderous roar erupted from its massive jaws, unleashing a wave of terrifying supersonic pulses in every direction.
The Singularity of Chaos merely lifted his palm, and the attack was effortlessly neutralized.
Yet everyone still felt a chill crawl down their spines—as if death had just passed by.
"Come on." The Singularity of Chaos remained completely unshaken.
