While Supplies Last

Brother Windcloud Nine let out a howl. He dashed toward Deathwing and set the edge of his sword against it.

Wham!

Unexpectedly, his Blazing Judgment plowed through the scales of Deathwing with ease. It felt as soft as wax, there were no interruptions. The sword went in, as did the owner.

"Waaagh!"

Deathwing's constitution was already ravaged and debilitated. Its muscles had detached from its bones. It would have fallen apart but for the rugged Divine Metal strapping its skeleton to its body.

The dragon had a rather enormous physique. There was no way the metal could serve as blanket protection. As rare as Divine Metal was, it could only shield vital parts. Brother Windcloud Nine struck vulnerable areas by chance, hence the seemingly effortless perforation.