"Waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I see."
Black Judge taunted as he retreated, instantly flashing away by ten meters, at the same time forming a dark matter barrier under his feet. He used the rebound force between the barrier and the flame column to bounce into the sky.
However, at that moment, the dragon slightly bent down into the crater, its four claws against the ground. Its leg muscles bulged as if it were a cat coiled and ready to pounce.
The instincts of battle allowed it to seize this fleeting opportunity—the zero-point-five seconds that Black Judge hung in the air.
In the next instant, the black wings that blotted out the sky unfolded in a flash. Flapping behind him, the dragon stamped its claws into the ground. The two kinds of violent kinetic energy intertwined, propelling it like a comet shooting forward.
