As Dryden saw the body of the zombie disintegrate, he felt his cultivation rise a little. He could feel the energy coursing through his body, and he knew that he had become stronger. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to focus on the energy and let it flow freely within him.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked around, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He had defeated the zombie, and he had also gained some valuable experience. He knew that he still had a long way to go, but he was determined to become even stronger.
"This is why I do what I do," he whispered to himself. "The thrill of the battle, the rush of adrenaline, it's all worth it in the end."
Although he always fought Zedhyrx, however, what he felt in fighting Zedhyrx, was not the thrill of a battle, but a will to survive, a will to protect his kingdom.
Dryden decided to rest first.
