James rushed out quickly and caught the martial artist who had been tossed away.

James brought him to a safe area, put him down, and asked, “Senior Cabral, are you alright?”

Simon’s hair was disheveled, and there was a bloody wound on his arm with blood dripping from it.

His face was pale as he replied, “Damn, that b*stard is hard to kill.”

After saying that, he prepared to rejoin the battle with his sword in hand.

James quickly tugged him and said, “You should treat your wounds first.”

“True.”

Simon realized the dragon was about to die soon. He had to quickly treat his wound, recharge his energy, and prepare to snatch the spoils.

Bzzt!

Bolts of lightning kept sweeping across the sky.

The Thunder King stood in the distance and constantly generated lightning to attack the cyan dragon’s body where its scales had fallen. The dragon’s flesh was scorched upon being struck by the lightning.

Langston held the Primordial Dragon Blade and appeared a hundred meters above the cyan drag