Setting a Trap

It was no wonder Wright let out such a gasp.

The exchange of blows between Andonara and the white-armored woman just now, in terms of power, was as if a tank weighing thirty or forty tons had hit an SUV that weighed only about two or three tons at about 80 kilometers per hour.

But the white-armored woman who flew backward wasn't injured at all.

Andonara just pulled a fast one and directed all the force of impact to force her opponent away from the oasis.

Because Roland was still in the oasis.

She didn't want the fallout from her fight to affect Roland.

Like a meteor, the blue firebird hit the white-armored woman who had risen from the sand and dust. There was another terrifying crashing sound, and an angry dragon's roar came from the blast that spread like a circle.

A white dragon that was at least fifteen meters long and stood up to four meters tall appeared in the cold magic.