At that moment, the Dragon King transformed into lightning and shot into the high heavens, like a lizard ditching its tail to escape.
"Don't get me wrong!" Ahtal raised his hand, brushing his bangs aside, with Dragon Blood sliding down his cheeks revealing his fierce smile, "I am favored by the Goddess of Life; you don't think that just by flicking your tail you could kill me, right?"
He was indeed severely wounded by the Dragon King's tail flick, his bones shattered, but to him, that was a trivial matter.
With the blessing of the Goddess of Life, even fatal wounds could quickly heal back to original state, unless overwhelming attacks could crush his healing speed.
Otherwise, it would lead to a showdown of whittling down each other's health.
"That works too?!" A dragon exclaimed, speechless at Ahtal's robust vitality, "Doesn't he also have the favor of the Witch of Death?"
