Ron smiled mysteriously:
"Just greeted the seniors here, that's all."
He didn't elaborate on the matter of the Dragon Language Spirit, as this ability was too special to be fully disclosed for the time being.
The commander of the indigenous allied forces, the captain possessed by the Shaman ghost, looked extremely grim.
He could feel the terrifying level of the Dragon Mighty earlier; it was not something that could be explained by a mere Dragon Blood Awakening.
"Retreat!"
He decisively issued the order to retreat:
"This human is protected by the Dragon Soul, we're not their match!"
The indigenous warriors, as if receiving a great pardon, quickly scattered in all directions.
The original siege circle collapsed in an instant, and the dozens of allied troops vanished into the thick fog in the blink of an eye.
The battlefield returned to calm, leaving only elemental crystals and battle traces on the ground.
Edwin walked to Ron's side, his eyes full of curiosity:
