Watching the Consort Dragon flee as if in flight, Howard couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. However, he overlooked a crucial detail – given the dragon's attributes, it shouldn't have been wounded by a single attack, let alone several thousand!
Shelley Chan, as an experienced elder, grasped this immediately and spoke with gravity, "Something's amiss! With the Consort Dragon's attributes, you shouldn't have been able to breach its defenses! Be cautious; there might be another monster nearby that scared the Consort Dragon away!"
At her words, a chill ran through Howard as he hastily raised his Soul Nurturer, surveying their surroundings with vigilant eyes.
Meanwhile, the pinkish blood mist that had sprayed from the dragon slowly settled on Howard and Shelley Chan's skin.
What followed was peculiar.
The blood mist penetrated their skin, merging into their flesh.
