"strong battle, stop!"
the moment the little ancestral dragon appeared in the sky, daybreak and gong zheng were already on their guard, watching the two divine angels 'every move.
however, one of them was severely injured, while the other was exhausted.
the eight-winged angel of war had already teleported tens of thousands of meters away by the time it spoke. it stared at the tiny figure in its palm with its golden-blue eyes.
"fourth generation sire, please be patient."
the eight-winged paradise flashed across the sky.
its turbid eyes suddenly lit up with the colors of the morning sun, and a corridor of light that was 10000 meters long condensed and blocked the front of the dawnbreak dragon.
"what do you mean by this?" the dawnbreak dragon squinted slightly and emphasized in a serious tone, "
