Younger Generations Fight!

Drayken immediately noticed the presence of the ship. His dragon head turned toward the fleet, a sneer curling across his face.

"I'll rip them apart after I finish you off," he growled, his draconic laughter echoing through the skies.

"Oh? Rip us apart?" one of the youths aboard the ship replied, amusement in his voice.

"That's right."

A flash of lightning surged over Drayken's body as he unleashed another hyper-electric ray toward the cowardly man.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

This time, the shields couldn't withstand the attack, they shattered instantly, reduced to dust by his beam.

All that remained were ashes—and the cowardly man, still alive, though he had lost both arms. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, even he couldn't tell.

"I'll keep you alive for now," Drayken said, his voice laced with cruelty.