The light gradually faded away, and Ah Dai's clone had vanished, leaving only the sparse residual energy of the second form Flame Dragon in the air. Larthas's pale golden Fire God Shield in front of him was covered with fine cracks, but even in the clone's final attack, it remained unbroken. Ah Dai felt a sincere surge of respect from deep within him for Larthas's formidable strength. He clearly knew that even if he had been the one lunging forward, a full-strength attack might have broken through the Fire God Shield's defense, but he would have undoubtedly sustained severe injuries from the Flame Dragon's counterattack.