The Mystic Dragon's fist pressed against the barrier and continued to exert force as if it wanted to crush Blanche's defensive seal.
Blanche held on as her stamina kept draining away.
If she hadn't been walking on the edge of life and death for the past few days and hadn't had a good rest, she could have dodged the attack just now and wouldn't have been forced into a corner like now.
The Mystic Dragon's bloody mouth opened and closed, and he said in a muffled voice,""Don't waste my time, hurry up and call out Young Chick. Fighting with you is simply a waste of time!”
"Even if you kill me, I won't call you a chicken," said Blanche, too lazy to explain.”
"Hmm?"
The Mystic Dragon in its second transformation was very sensitive and easily angered.
"Hiss…!"
Gas kept coming out of his nose and teeth. It was obvious that Blanche's uncooperative attitude had angered the giant Drakonid.
