Chapter 122: [121] Berserk Wyvern!
The creature had been blasted backward thirty meters, its chest scales shattered and bleeding. A deep gash, easily five meters long, carved across its torso where Levi’s attack had partially broken through its defense.
But it wasn’t dead. Wasn’t even close to dead.
The wyvern’s eyes blazed with fury and pain as it struggled to its feet. Steam rose from its wound as its natural regeneration began to work, the gash already starting to close.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Levi gasped for breath, his transformation flickering as his energy reserves depleted. That attack had taken everything—he had maybe one or two more golden drops left, and using them would almost certainly cripple his meridians permanently.
Across the plateau, Marcus forced himself to his feet. His spear was broken, snapped in half by the shockwave. His face was pale with shock as he stared at the wounded but still very much alive Golden Wyvern.
"It... it’s still alive," he whispered in disbelief. "That attack should have killed it! It should have killed anything below Fiend Warrior!"
"Its defense..." Ren said hoarsely, blood trickling from his ears from the sonic impact. "Those scales are... they’re like Tier-3 armor. Even Levi’s strongest attack could only crack them, not penetrate fully."
The Golden Wyvern’s head turned toward Levi, and he saw something new in those molten gold eyes.
Recognition. Understanding that this small creature had actually hurt it, had actually broken through defenses that nothing below Fiend Warrior should have been able to breach.
And rage. Absolute, burning rage.
"ROOOOOAAAAAR!"