The enormous dragon body disintegrated into ashes, blown away by the wind.

Beneath the ashes lay the barely-breathing Chaos Dragon King, Jagus.

Leon walked slowly toward him.

Jagus, struggling to sit up, saw the expressionless man in front of him and panicked, scrambling backward several meters in fear. The arrogance and pride he had displayed just moments ago were now completely gone.

All that remained was terror.

The fear of death.

“How… how are you still alive?” Jagus asked, trembling.

Leon stood in front of Jagus.

Jagus no longer dared to retreat because Leon had stepped on his ankle. There …