The Scourge Dragons felt an oppressive aura envelop the entire battlefield and subconsciously flinched back—something that shocked the others. The corrupted dragons were known to be reckless and mindless creatures, attacking anything in sight without hesitation.
"His aura..." Drake narrowed his eyes. "It's different... so much bloodlust."
At that moment, he suddenly kicked off the ground with great force, flinging his body out of the way and narrowly avoiding a blast of corrupted flames. After stabilizing himself, he lunged straight at the beast. His ice-coated fists shot out in quick succession before he eventually took the monster down.
Suddenly, he heard a painful shriek from the front. Turning around, Drake's eyes widened at the sight before him.
Everyone glanced in the same direction, stunned expressions on their faces as they witnessed the cruel scene unfolding before them.
"What's wrong with him?" someone gasped.
