The black dragon was already at its last gasp, and when hit by a barrage of spells, its health bar instantly bottomed out, and it plummeted from the sky.
Boom! The massive beast fell to the dust, flattening a row of low buildings, lying powerless amid the rubble. Lava-like blood spewed from various wounds on its body, forming a pool of molten lava around it. At this moment, it had barely over thirty thousand health points left, completely on the brink of death.
(It's over, it's all over! Now I'm definitely dead!) Mo Fei thought in despair.
In the sky, the Black Dragon Lords were taken aback, the power of mortals could be so formidable. They had originally only dreaded Dalaran's defense tower system, not wanting to engage those magical towers directly, but now they found that even the mages separated from the magical towers posed a threat to them.
Agnes (Black Dragon Lord): "Should we go down to rescue?"
