Ye Tian had no choices left.
Every fiber of his being screamed in agony as he lay amidst the rubble of the battlefield, his body broken, his mind barely holding on.
Blood poured from his wounds, staining the shattered earth around him.
His left arm was numb, and his right leg felt like it had been crushed beyond repair.
Yet, through all of it, his sharp, unwavering eyes remained locked on the towering beast before him.
The Death Dragon.
Its massive claws were raised above him, poised to deliver the final blow.
The beast's cerulean eyes, flecked with black, glowed with an ancient malice that froze the air.
Its scales shimmered in the dim light, each one thick and impenetrable, a testament to its years of dominance.
The boy beneath it, a mere human in appearance, should not have stood a chance against a creature of such immense power.