105 The Dragon Died, but a Demon Rose

Pulling the greatsword out of the ground, Joshua lifted his head and looked at the dragon that resurrected itself once before. He looked at the same dragon that he just killed one more time and remained silent.

Boom!

The gigantic body of the dragon slowly collapsed onto the ground. The impact from its body stirred the dust and sand on the ground up into the air. Meanwhile, some black mist that looked like threads floated out from the corpse of the black dragon as if they were trying to vanish into the air. However, the Azurite that was hanging right before Joshua's chest absorbed those black mist. The flame of order that was calm and powerful was burning vigorously within that small pearl. It was using the power of Chaos as its new source of fuel, turning such contaminating existence into an endless stream of power, restoring the stamina and power of the warrior.

That dragon had died for real this time.