Chapter 133: Self-Destruction

Just as Mantou was about to pounce on him, Vagnard still didn't react. He even started to chuckle.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

"I've finally found the perfect experimental subject!"

That nearly inhuman face, covered in white scales, emerged from beneath the hood, looking especially horrifying.

Vagnard gently lifted his hand. A faint red Spell Radiance flashed in his murky eyes, and that power was transmitted through his fingertips to the target.

[Mind Remote Control]

The dragonling that Mantou had transformed into was controlled by that powerful telekinesis, coming to a halt in midair.

Though it temporarily possessed the Red Dragon's strength, after all, it was just a young dragon, about the size of a horse. It didn't have the power to resist this mighty spell and could only struggle and twist in the air, continuously spewing flames and filthy curses from its throat.

"Old beast, when I get out, I'm going to sew your mouth to your **!"

"I ******!"