Wrapped in demonic flames, the demonic dragon opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing the disorderly demonic flames into its stomach like a whale.
Although the Demonic Flame was controlled by the Morning Dragon Avatar, the Demonic Dragon was still very good at dealing with the things that were born from its body.
The Mystic Dragon flicked his slightly burnt abdomen. The scales on this side were softer." Interesting. Can you control other people's flames?"”
"Wrong," said the high and mighty Morning Dragon clone."It's a flame that can control the weak.”
"Hmph, you just took a little advantage and you want to play with your mouth? Try my fist again!"
The Mystic Dragon's body sank, and the muscles in his legs tensed up. When he jumped up, his thick tail whipped the ground fiercely. His entire body leaped up like a cannonball, and he actually reached the same height as the Morning Dragon clone.
