The Crimsonflame Sky Drakon's fiery defiance burned as brightly as ever, but its movements betrayed its fatigue.
Shen Li observed the beast's ragged breaths and the subtle trembling of its wings, obvious signs that its reserves of strength were about to be exhausted. Even so, its pride as a high-ranked demonic beast kept it from admitting defeat. It kept on with the act of putting up a strong front.
"You refuse to relent," Shen Li muttered, her icy gaze locking onto the Drakon. Her sword, emanating frost qi, pulsed steadily, ready for another confrontation. "Then let your arrogance be the cause of your downfall."
The Drakon sneered, shaking off the ice clinging to its battered tail. "Do not delude yourself, human. A mere scratch on my pride does not mean I'm beaten!"
It roared, flames flaring violently around its body. Then, with a desperate burst of power, it lunged at Shen Li again, its claws blazing like molten meteors.