"The war is really coming."
Matthew returned to the ground with a heavy heart.
Everyone was supporting Rheagar. The latter's face was extremely pale. It seemed that the black dragon's tail had given him a hard time.
However, Rheagar still pretended to be relaxed and said,
" I'm fine. You have to believe in the life force of demons!
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Matthew could tell at a glance that he was weak. Although he was not on the verge of death, he was still seriously injured.
He glanced at the corridor beside him.
There was an oak tree that he had planted himself, but it had been broken by the black dragon, and a large number of leaves scattered all over the ground.
Matthew picked up a large piece of leaf and came to Rheagar's side.
A warm glow lit up in his palm.
In an instant.
The leaves turned into a quicksand-like substance and fell through Matthew's fingers.
