"Oh, Holy Son, have you run out of Magical Power?"
Leonard Churchill looked at the Heavenly Dragon Saint Chireesa not far away, and instead of attacking during the interval when the other party's Spell Curse Power was exhausted, he continued to taunt.
After all, the fellow was protected by the rules of Colorful JOKER, and conventional methods couldn't kill him.
"..."
The purple Great Dragon that Chireesa transformed into stared at the two humans in front of him, the killing intent in its vertical pupils sharp as knives.
Releasing the God Skill [Spear of the Thunder God] twice in succession had indeed drained most of his Magical Power, but it wasn't to the extent of being completely unable to fight.
His hesitation wasn't due to fear of taking action but because he saw no hope of killing his opponents.
But he also guessed that, being from the Dragon Clan and having his Magical Power exhausted, his opponents weren't much better off.
Yet they still dared to taunt him?