The Black Dragon cub stood on the wall, gasping for breath. Its two wings were already injured; being able to leap onto the two-meter-high wall meant it had already exploded its final potential, expending a great amount of energy.
Hearing Song Jian's words, the Black Dragon cub bared its sharp fangs at him, letting out a low roar. A trace of brutal murderous intent appeared in its golden vertical pupils.
Although it wanted to kill the man before it, the Black Dragon cub knew how powerful the enemy was and that it was now injured. If it didn't run, it might die here.
As its level increased, the Black Dragon cub's bloodline inheritance gradually awakened. It was precisely because it recognized Song Jian's strength that it had been eager to raise its level. As long as it could reach level 10, it would be confident in escaping from here. If it could reach level 15, it would even have the confidence to kill Song Jian.
