It was a pity that under the power of the Outer Evil God, that goblet had already turned to dust, failing to fall onto the precious carpet and shatter into beautiful fragments... Ulysses drank the wine in his cup with a trace of regret on his face.
Then, watching Neem locked in an intense battle with Molaris, Ulysses curled the corner of his mouth and softly chanted, "That sharp sword is already ready. Well then, noble Holy Knight, let me see your choice."
In the center of the battlefield, the proud Blue Dragon had already revealed her true form. A colossal dragon a hundred meters long manifested in the vast sky, her relatively slender frame covered from head to toe in beautiful sky-blue scales that shimmered brilliantly under the heavens. At the same time, electrostatic sparks crackled and buzzed across her somewhat rounded horns.
Chapter 162