On the surface of the sea, Jiang Zuo was covered in wounds.
The Tier Nine Holy Dragon's constant attacks had left him in a sorry state.
Jiang Zuo was indeed in a sorry state, but it was the Holy Dragon who was about to explode with rage, utterly suffocated by frustration.
Because she had discovered that she was actually unable to kill this Tier Seven.
This human before her managed to dodge her most powerful, fatal attacks every single time.
Every time. Every single time.
An ordinary Tier Seven would have been deader than dead by now; it wouldn't matter how many of them came, they would all die.
But this person... no matter what she did, she just couldn't kill him. How could she not be infuriated? How could she not feel utterly stifled?
It was like having all the strength in the world but only ever hitting a sponge—an agonizing feeling.
"Human, do you dare stand still and take one of my attacks?" the Holy Dragon roared.
