The creature's roar of pain and rage was answered by its companions, and suddenly the coordinated nature of their assault became even more apparent. The black dragons weren't just fighting individually—they were supporting each other, covering retreats, setting up combination attacks.
Ao Shun was being pressed hard by his opponent, the corruption in the black dragon's claws eating away at his ice defenses like acid. Each strike that connected left dark marks on his scales, and Grim could see the Dragon King's strength beginning to falter.
"Father needs help!" Lin called out, sending spears of ice toward Ao Shun's attacker. The black dragon avoided most of them, but the distraction gave Ao Shun a moment to recover his footing.
