No one expected that the Paradise Mountain was bathed in eternal justice and honor. But when it happened before it, Lesatos felt pulled into the abyss of despair.

Lesatos was flying hard, and the spells and spell-like objects were consumed. Because the excessive spitting of dragon breath was extremely weak, the scales were covered with sulfur-smelling blood.

Leave! Leave! Leave here for the continuation of the dragon vein!

The roar of the patriarch was still echoing in his ears. Lesatos couldn't understand why it was himself, because of his outstanding spell casting talent? He should fight with his tribe members to resist evil until the last drop of blood was shed, rather than leaving this plane like a coward.

Lesatos convinced himself that the continuation of race was more important than blind glory, but every time he flapped his broken wings, he felt a little more humiliation.

He flew far enough, had left the space blockade area, and could teleport in another world at any time. He turned around and wanted to create the ruined homeland into his mind. The endless positive energy of the seven-layer paradise was shaking endlessly, and millions of the Ashok Gods flapped their wings, roared and emitted the last lightning, and then was submerged.

The three gods of heaven should have reached their limit. If they are attacked to this extent, failure has become inevitable. And on the second level of the seventh heaven, the golden paradise Moculia, stretching into the majestic mountains at the end of the plane, Lesatos's relatives, friends and teachers are fighting. There is his bloodline and his destination.

From a distance, you can see two shadows that are larger than the mountains fighting. The winged platinum dragon spewed out the breath of rainbow light that cut through the sky, and his opponent, a human-like evil existence, dodged this terrifying attack. Tens of thousands of evil lives were hit and evaporated in an instant.

The humanoid raised the snake-shaped beheading sword and slashed off the head of the platinum dragon god with a wild smile. At that moment, Lesatos's soul was hollowed out, and hundreds of thousands of dragon roars filled with sorrow and anger resounded throughout Moculia, with blood and tears.
Chapter completed!