"-112,245,382" "-85,125,222" "163,752,206"…
While continuous damages appeared on Wil's head, bringing his health down to less than 30%, the latter was still busy with breathing out the flames in rage, destroying towers, weapons, burning down the remaining soldiers like a wild dragon with several holes in wings, and bruises on his body.
"That beast is getting weaker. Just need one good shot. Load again and fire," ordered their Queen, folding her hands to her chest, watching the Dragon in a calm manner even though most of their army has been wiped out.
Meanwhile, their King had a panic expression on his face, shivering from top to bottom, looking at the destruction of his army and the city.
"Dear, let's forget it and get out of here. Even if we beat the dragon, there are also those beasts that can…"
*Slap*
