394: The Dragon of Death!

"I—Orgod swear!"

Orson suddenly turned and glared at Tulikiki, dark red energy surging into the sky.

He raised his arm and roared, the power of a godlike killing machine emanating from him. "Golden Dragon King, if you dare strike at me, after I revive, I will lead the Godslayer army to sweep the entire continent. All dragons, all NPCs, you will perish! I swear to God!"

The Golden Dragon King furrowed his brows. His long, lean fingers continued to press downwards.

The destructive Heavenly Dragon Sword fell fiercely, creating a massive rift in the sky—space itself couldn't withstand the terrifying force of the strike!

"You damn bastard!"

Orson gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath. His energy surged once more. Even knowing he was facing certain death, with all his unsealed Artifacts about to drop, he had no regrets.

The revenge for Crimson Lizard King!

He would have it!