No one can understand Moses' pain.

His body was broken, his bones were broken and twisted, he was still awake but unable to move, and the mud and sand splashed on his injured back, making him shiver in pain.

Musa didn't have the strength to pull himself out of the dirt, to be precise, he had no strength but to put it on his head, leaving a small space so that he wouldn't suffocate.

But he remembered.

His bones were messy, unable to support his broken body, and his remaining left hand still had some strength, but for some reason, his left hand became difficult to move.

Terrible.

Mousa remembered the despair of a few days ago.

Are you going to die again?

I'm a little unwilling.

It's unwilling.

Moses was in pain, the wounds that were exposed were painful, the broken flesh was painful, and the whole body was in pain.

He was in pain and couldn't stand it anymore.

Do you want to give up?

If you give up, the god of war's senses will not be so sharp, his nerves will not be so sensitive, and he will not be so painful.

If you give up, you can die comfortably.

The smell of earth in Mossa's mouth, as well as his own blood, was unbelievably sweet.

Musa didn't want to give up, he didn't want to die.

It's okay this time, it's not as bad as last time, right?

At the very least, the hands and feet are still there, and the body is still there.

It's not completely impossible to fight back, and he dealt that enemy a heavy blow, right?

It doesn't matter.

As long as you're not dead, it's okay if you're injured, right?

As long as he is not dead, there is still a chance of complete resurrection.

Moussa's willingness to fight directly raised to a higher level.

At this moment, Fenisac's pure-blooded talent once again rose to a higher level, the blood stopped flowing, the wound healed quickly, the broken nerve was also healing rapidly, and the power of Fenisac hidden in the blood supported Musa's body with all its might.

His fingers moved, scratching at the dirt.

The demon seemed to think he was dead and was leaning on his back.

His back was completely cracked, revealing the backbone and flesh inside, and Moussa could feel a cold breath spraying on his back.

It's sniffing its own flesh?

No, it's going to eat itself! Musa remembered how he had almost been eaten by the giant demon in the Sea City of Helsinki.

It can be said that his body and blood are definitely full of desire for them, and they are the best taste of blood.

Musa couldn't let it take a bite.

But it was too late, and the next moment there was a heart-piercing pain.

The demon bit directly into his mouth, tearing off a large piece of flesh, and Musa almost fainted in pain, and his muscles trembled.

So, he was furious.

With a force on his left hand, Musa's body rolled.

At this time, Musa's body also became mobile because of the super recovery ability of the blood of the god of war.

In one fell swoop, he pushed up with his left knee of his left leg.

Smack!

He heard a crisp thud!

He hit again.

Immediately, he realized that there was a sharp pain in his spine—his flesh rubbing against the dirt!

Mouses trembled and stood to his feet.

This pain that hurt his soul made him tremble all over.

I looked at my right hand, and the fractured surface there was slowly growing granulation and was recovering, but it still hurt.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain.

But it's hard to do.

That blow just now should have dealt a very heavy blow to the other party.

But now is the real brutal battle.

Moussa knew that the opponent's body structure and strength were not much different from his own, but the opponent's destructive power and attack power were far above his own.

There is also the ability to act, which is also above yourself.

Mousa was confident that he didn't have the speed to kick a man into the sky and then kick him down from the sky.

At this time, there was a thunderous roar in the sky.

A dragon's roar!

Mosa didn't have the means of Steward Enton, and he could hear the angry scolding of the Golden Dragon King, Retiri Tangalode.

"Finally found you!

Retiri Tangolod was furious, and he had finally found an enemy.

He had been lurking in the Valley of the Ancestral Dragon for so long, and only now had he seen the green giant, and he could feel that there was a potentially powerful force in it.

The Golden Dragon King, Retilly Tanglode, who had lived for thousands of years, immediately determined that this guy was the demon who had been causing trouble for it all the time, and was good at stealth and concealment.

Those horrible scars are the best proof of this.

Nothing could resist the combined attack of himself and Steward, and although the demon was invisible, it didn't mean that it wasn't injured.

And if it's injured, it means that it's the demon that has been stealth.

Retiri Tangolod condensed the thunder and lightning from all over her body, and at the same time, she had an extremely hot flame in her mouth.

The next moment.

Moussa suddenly felt a murderous aura rushing towards him, very dangerous, and made him instinctively alert.

Back.

A golden dragon about 100 meters wide, wrapped in lightning, and the yellow glow in its mouth should be a ball of flames, rushing towards it!

The thunderous momentum, Moussa was the first to feel that he couldn't hold on.

What's more, he is now very seriously injured!

But the bones on his body have broken in many places, and he doesn't move so quickly, which... You can't avoid it.

"He must have thought of me as the invisible demon. ”

Moussa shuddered.

Even so, he chose to be ready to carry this wave of thunder.

Retiri Tangolod's wrath was unbearable, and he killed seven dragons in this demonic attack, and left the remaining dragons out of the place, fearing that they would repeat the same mistakes.

If it hadn't been for Steward Enton running in and joining forces with it, maybe even it would have fallen here, but Steward had just fallen, and his life and death were unknown, leaving it alone to wander around with the enemy, and of course it couldn't let go of any enemy who could be seen.

Mosa looked strange and terrifying, a force that even a wizard could hardly match, and could even tear a dragon from the sky.

Thunder and lightning poured down, and Retilly Tanglod also released a high-temperature flame in his mouth, a thunder tide and a pillar of fire, all of which struck Musa.

Moussa clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

He can't escape, he must face it, and he must resist it.

He also understands that this golden dragon is not a demon, nor is it an enemy, but it is only eighty percent that his appearance has been misunderstood by the other party, and it will be like this when he is regarded as a demon.

However, it cannot be explained.

The other party is a dragon, not a human, and no matter what he says, he can't understand it.

Moussa closed his eyes and straightened his waist.

The pillar of thunder and fire directly overwhelmed him.