To successfully forge a weapon strong enough to kill the Red Dragon, Jasas had no idea how much energy he had consumed—wanting to forge a divine weapon requires more than just effort, it also requires the consumption of mana—at this moment, even at full strength, he could perhaps only exert five or six layers.
Jasas was not afraid of death, he wanted to wear down the Red Dragon as much as possible. He pulled out a forge hammer and stood up.
Jasas was willing to join the battle, but that didn't mean Kazegro wanted his help. As a Flame Divine Successor, Kazegro was filled with pride, unwilling to accept a two-on-one fight. Winning in such a manner would not be honorable, especially since he was confident he could kill the Red Dragon on the opposite side, although it might be troublesome and take some time.
"Step back." Kazegro glanced at Jasas.
