Without waiting for the Pale Blood Devourer to rise from the ground, Muria, after shattering an attacking Mutated Fang Dragon with his armored fist, was propelled by the furious wind surrounding him. He transformed into a meteor, crashing towards the Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon, leaving a long golden streak in his wake.
"Splutch!" The Pale Blood Devourer, after all, had achieved its status through slaughter and battle. Unlike its blood clan counterpart who lived a protected existence, it dodged Muria's attack in time when he descended, avoiding a direct hit on its main body and only having one of its hind claws crushed.
Standing in the large pit created by the Pale Blood Devourer's attack, Muria's gaze remained indifferent, his eyes focused on the Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon that limped to a safe distance. It had lost a leg and was regrowing its severed tail.
