The two shard rings were madly strangling Daghr's body, just like two huge grinding discs.
Although the Secondborn of the dragonkind had reached the power base of the Platinum level, he couldn't ignore the attacks.
Right now, it seemed that he was struggling to withstand the pressure of the attack, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a smile, as if he was very satisfied with what was happening..
When Oberon saw the expression on Daghr's face, his heart tightened in despair. Looking at the dragon's demeanor, he knew the full-strength of their attack did not pose any threat to him. So there was no other way for him than to give up.
Oberon clenched his teeth fiercely, urging the other mages to continuously increase the essence output and the pressure of the rings of shards.