Defeat?!

Damn it!

Alsa was extremely frustrated.

What was the identity of this dragon brat called Toru? How could he cause so much trouble for him?

It was definitely impossible for him to escort nearly a thousand people around him within 30 seconds.

Was he supposed to end the battle between the two of them?

If that was the case, one of them might suffer irreparable damage if he was not careful.

This brat called Toru was likely an important existence within the Dragon Race. Otherwise, he would not have been sent over during this spar.

What should he do now!

In the next moment, a figure flashed beside Alsa.

Michael had suddenly appeared beside Alsa.

Looking at the defensive barrier in the sky that could shatter at any moment, Michael could not help but narrow his eyes.

"What exactly is going on, Alsa?"