He Still Had a Dragon

Joelson took a look at the golden authority in his hand and easily took off the top of the angel's heart. He looked at Chesterton indifferently.

He spat out, "What a waste."

Chesterton's face was red. His eyes were filled with humiliation and anger.

There was also deep fear.

Compared to the last time, the feeling that Joelson gave him was even more terrifying.

In front of Joelson, without relying on the power of the angel's heart, he actually did not even have the qualifications to make a move.

Despair.

"Pu!"

At this time, the burlap-robed man, who had endured the steel dragon's attack for a while, finally could not hold on any longer.

He was whipped by the steel dragon's tail and torn apart by the dragon's claws. He was thrown out, spurting blood in the air. There was a huge wound on his chest that was so deep that one could see his bones.