Shredded foliage and wood littered the ground.
The bone hurricane continued swirling around the skeletal dragon. The hurricane consisted of countless sharp fragments of bones and dust.
The skeletal dragon's body was still the same size. It made one wonder where all these bones even came from.
Regardless, Otis didn't care about this fact nor did he have the time to care.
With such a violent storm around the skeletal dragon, there was little his magic could do. After all, he created an entire forest but that was ripped to shreds in a matter of seconds.
Yet, the defiant frown remained on his face the whole time.
The skeletal dragon continued to look at him with disdain. This was despite Otis' breakthrough in magic. To the skeletal dragon, it was almost like trash that had been polished.
It was still trash.
The skeletal dragon dashed forward, prompting Otis to do the same. Stumps appeared from the ground one after another, propelling Otis to travel even faster.
