"I haven't lost yet, Emperor Dragon. Don't get too cocky."

Listening to the oppressive voice of the black and gold dragon, the blood-soaked Elf King took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

At the same time, the numerous broken sword fragments embedded in his body melted into red light, flowing into his body like water. The wounds on his body healed instantly, and his muscles, hidden beneath his blood-red skin, appeared strong and agile.

"In that case, continue your futile resistance. I will dismantle all your attacks, crush your pride, and make you submit to me in despair."