"Let's go," Max muttered under his breath, retreating with quick, decisive steps. The three-headed black dragon before him radiated an oppressive aura, its very presence bending the air with lethal intent.
This was no ordinary beast—it was a peak Legend Rank expert among demon beasts, a nightmare for most cultivators. Even with the little Rat by his side, Max knew they stood no chance if it came down to a direct fight.
It wasn't fear that made him back off, but calculated restraint; there were bigger plans forming in his mind for this beast.
The dragon's value was immense. Max's eyes had already caught the subtle signs—the unique shimmer across its scales and the way its energy fluctuated unnaturally to Max. If his instincts were correct, the creature's body carried draconic essences, precious beyond compare. He was determined to obtain them; it was simply a matter of time and execution.
