"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, Saintess of the Church? Can you only hide and dodge?"
The three Jelases laughed boisterously together, accompanied by thunderous roars as plasma balls continued to bombard Ji Ai'er.
A dragon battling ants.
It wasn't a particularly flattering comparison, but it was the most accurate description of the battle.
The terror of plasma lies in its temperature; needless to mention the radiant heat of the 100,000-degree core, the shockwave caused by the superheated air was equally lethal. In the face of that storm, whether it be walls of flame or Flame Arrows, all would be deflected, not even coming close to the plasma itself, let alone Jelas in person,
Even without the interference of the high temperatures, attacking those illusion-like beings would be futile.
This couldn't even be called a battle, but rather, a one-sided amusement of a dragon crushing ants underfoot.
Why has it come to this?
