"Damn… how unlucky. I almost lost my life."
As Lian Yue thought the figure was reduced to cinders by the black flame raging around him, a faint voice suddenly echoed, proving her wrong.
"But still… a bone dragon? In such a secret realm, nonetheless. Who would have thought?"
The figure mumbled yet again, completely ignoring Lian Yue's injured and battered form behind him.
Rather, he seemed more interested in the behemoth that was hovering right in front, roaring in anger.
Even though it was dead and had no feelings, Lian Yue could feel the deep anger of the dragon resonating through its pitch-black flame. It didn't like Zhira treating its attack as if it meant nothing.
'Who is he? How can he be uninjured by such attacks?'
Lian Yue was so shocked that she even forgot to activate the teleportation talisman on her hand.
The attack, which even she could barely withstand with the help of her bloodline, was endured like nothing by the figure in front.
