"Is it because of the Witch of Death's power that he has a stronger restraint against the Ancient Dragon?" The Negation Demon propped his chin, revealing a reflective expression.
Upon hearing this, the White-haired Lolita pursed her lips. Her ruby-like eyes reflected an almost mad vision: revival of Ancient Dragons, long dead, rushing towards Ahtal, only to be slain in an instant, carrying the black flames of a thousand deaths at Ahtal's feet, becoming part of the mountain of burning bones.
As for Ahtal, he stood atop a bone mountain ablaze with black flames, facing the challenge of the Bone Dragons, slaying the Bone Dragons as they came in waves.
"Princess, you have spent some time with that man," the Negation Demon turned and addressed the White-haired Lolita:
"What is your assessment of him?"
They had already investigated information about Ahtal, but after all, since they hadn't personally interacted with him, the information naturally had its inaccuracies.