"Damn it, what is that!!!"
David Jones' pupils contracted violently.
He was an Eighth-Rank Peak Legendary Red Dragon, possessing an incredible immunity to Fire skills. Even against a Fire Semi-Immortal, he could withstand several attacks with his unimaginable fire resistance.
Logically, there should be almost no flame in this world that could instill fear in him.
Unless it was the flame of an Immortal-level being!
With this thought, David Jones couldn't help but let out a roar to the heavens.
"Have you all gone mad!"
"Mad? Maybe," Zavier didn't deny it, his eyes showing a hint of reluctance as he glanced at the Mechanical White Dragon.
The Fire Dragon God was the dragon that burned worlds!
Even if the Holy Europe Alliance didn't unleash the artificial sun, the moment Cavenel Fortress fell, everyone would turn to ashes under the Immortal Divine Flame, becoming nourishment for Ilyas to recover his strength.
"Madmen! A bunch of madmen!"
