Chapitre 909: Your Majesty, please die

It was as if there was a Silver Mountain range in the sky.

The giant Silver Dragon that blotted out the sun and the sky roared like thunder with every breath it took. It was currently looking down at the wind mages with an indifferent gaze, as if it was looking at a group of ants trying to shake a tree.

"It seems like you're not listening to my advice and want to force your way in."

A demigod wind mage said in a deep voice as he looked at the silver Dragon.

Giant God garen's might was overwhelming, but the spell casters who could step into the demigod and legendary level were not afraid. If it was a one-on-one fight, they might not be able to compete with him, but the wind mages here had three demigods and hundreds of legends. They didn't think that giant God garen had the advantage.

As they spoke, the wind mages were already constructing their spells.