Lucas, feeling a lingering fear, raised his head to look at the black dragon claw his daughter-in-law had grabbed above.
The giant dragon above seemed to have no intention of attacking again, nor of releasing its captive. It was merely holding the purple-haired girl, hovering near the Golden Tree.
"How did we get involved with a monster of this level!"
What exactly was the identity of the person Rosalia had taken captive?
It was an understatement to say they had stirred up a hornet's nest.
At that moment, Lucas's wife appeared beside him, her aura surging to its peak, exuding the pressure of a Sixth-order power as she asked with a serious face, "Lucas, what's going on?"
Lucas didn't dare look his wife in the eye, and said with guilt, "I don't know either. Rosalia's city was completely sacrificed by the cultists. I just used a 'Divine Strike' over there, and then this Black Dragon appeared, broke through our Blessing Glory, and took Rosalia away."
