As the Wrath of the Dragon shot forth, the black dragon that had been rampaging in the sky retreated far back.

The damage was undeniable.

No matter how tough the dragon’s scales might be, what was just shot was the dragon’s breath, capable of erasing everything in its path. How could a dragon of a different species withstand that?

However, the visible damage to the dragon soon vanished.

The power of the Void. The strength of the evil god in the barrier healed the wound. Seeing this, Karia unconsciously furrowed her brow.

"How frustrating. This scroll was expensive and hard …