Unfolding Hwang-A Gangram once again.
Wrapping armor around his entire body, the Divine Dragon exhales roughly.
“Keuu… Heuk heuk….”
The originally brilliant form of the armor had long been lost.
Whether due to the aftermath of the explosion. Or the aftermath of the spar. It was a situation where it barely maintained its shape.
A form cast solely to block the explosion.
“Ugh….”
Due to suddenly using a large amount of inner energy, the Divine Dragon staggers.
Even in that situation, he did not release Hwang-A Gangram.
Not yet.
The attack was not over.
Whoosh–!!!
Flames pour down.
The Divine Dragon raises both arms to block the flames.
Roooar–!!
“Keuaaaa!!”
The impact comes in fully.
He could barely block just the heat.
The blood flowing from the sword wound had soaked his entire martial uniform.
And his right hand seemed broken as expected.
It hurts.
Had he ever been wounded like this since birth?
Probably not.
“Huaaaa!!!”
Unable to block the flames, he ends up dropping to one knee.
The pushing flames showed no sign of ending.
He had clearly seen with his own eyes earlier that it poured out for tens of seconds. Where does…