As the mist cleared, Red Beard lay suspended in the sky, exhaling the residual breath of the fire dragon.
"Burp~," Red Beard remarked with satisfaction, "You all continue. I just took a mouthful because the skill had abundant Fire Elements. It shouldn't be a problem."
Problem, my foot! Several commanders in the vanguard camp felt overwhelmed. Red Beard's move undermined his own side, directly eliminating their powerful backline output. How were they supposed to fight now?
"Oh, you're angry?" As one of the seven Tower Masters of the Empire, Red Beard held a prestigious position. On the ancient plains, not a single member of the fierce snow army paid him homage. Clearly, they were dissatisfied with him devouring the fire dragon but dared not express their anger.
