At the other party's sudden move, Dean McKenzie was initially a little perplexed, unsure what the other party was up to.
Until the other party opened its mouth at him and spat out a Bone Fang from hundreds of kilometers away, Dean finally gaped in astonishment, realizing that the other party was trying to copy his skill.
Is there anything more distressing than having your enemies replicate your own skill and use it against you?
The answer, of course, was yes: that the enemy not only copied your skill but also enhanced it.
Dean's original Bone Fang was only a demigod level skill, but once the three-clawed golden dragon replicated it, it was elevated directly from a demigod level to a god level.
Not only was the skill damage super long-ranged, its power was also terrifyingly potent.
One hit blew through Dean's layered defenses, boring a hole in his body.
"Damn it, how am I supposed to play this?"
Dean almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
