The Green Dragon Lestrick's attention just now had been entirely on the few fully armed Dwarf Transcendents below, especially that dwarf elder.
After all, with the opponent's High-Tier Transcendent combat strength, if it came down to close-quarters on the ground, even for it, things would be a bit troublesome.
Of course, it wasn't fear—just that if it could annihilate the dwarves without suffering a scratch, wouldn't that be even better.
Dwarves couldn't fly.
And it could completely use its aerial superiority to slowly toy with these dwarves.
But just then—
Lestrick suddenly sensed a ripple of space from overhead. Just as it looked up in confusion—
It saw a human silhouette, Warhammer in hand, dive at it from above!
'A human?'
'Where the hell did he come from?'
Before it could figure out the answers to those two questions, a warning straight from its Giant Dragon bloodline made Lestrick feel a certain threat. It instinctively jerked its head to the side.
