[Host has killed a Level 21 Wind Wolf. Gained 65 EXP and 35 DP.]
Drake looked at the corpse of the Wind Wolf on the ground. Then, he glanced at his clothes, already stained with blood, making him furious.
"You idiot wolf! You still dare to dirty me even after your death?" Drake cried out.
His steeze was already broken now. He had been planning to strike a cool pose, but with this blood, everything was ruined.
Just as Drake was complaining, he suddenly felt a strong, unfamiliar aura approaching. It wasn't coming from the ground—it was coming from the air.
"A strong cultivator is coming. Hide yourself! I think they're looking for you," Drax quickly said.
When Drake heard this, his mood sank. He frantically looked around for a place to hide. Running was not an option—the cultivator would catch up to him in an instant.
"Where the hell can I hide?" Drake cried out.
He looked around, but there was nothing that could conceal his figure.
Then, he noticed Drax's gaze was fixed on something else. Following Drax's line of sight, Drake saw it—the Wind Wolf's corpse.
Even without an explanation, he immediately understood what Drax wanted him to do.
"God forbid! There's no way I'm hiding inside a corpse!" Drake shook his head, rejecting the idea outright.
When Drax saw this, he grinned.
"Then it seems there's no option left. I wonder what it would feel like when you're chained up like a goat, your blood drained as a source of power… You might even get roasted, too," Drax shrugged, speaking in a chilling tone.
When Drake heard this, his body unconsciously shivered as he imagined such a gruesome fate.
"Whatever, whatever! I'll hide in the corpse! But how do I conceal my aura?" Drake asked.
"You already have the method. I'll just tell you how to use it," Drax replied.
A few minutes passed, and a flying human cultivator arrived at the scene.
"Hmm, there's a strange aura here," the cultivator muttered as he descended toward the battlefield where Drake had fought the Wind Wolf.
It was a young man, seemingly in his late twenties or close to thirty. He wore a blue shirt and black trousers, but the design was unlike any ordinary shirt and trousers. It seemed as though he wanted it to resemble Daoist robes, yet it didn't quite succeed.
The young man landed near the Wind Wolf's corpse and began surveying the surroundings.
"Huh… There's an aura of death here. It looks like someone used it to kill this wolf," the young cultivator observed as he scrutinized the wounds.
"It seems like whoever attacked this wolf must have obtained such power by sheer luck—maybe a weak cultivator stumbled upon it."
Then, his expression shifted as a new thought crossed his mind.
"Or wait… could it be a dragon? Maybe… a dragon related to death?"
Meanwhile, someone hidden nearby was already trembling in fear, struggling to calm himself down.
Under the wolf's corpse, Drake had transformed into his Draconic form. Of course, there was no way his gigantic body could be completely covered by the wolf.
With the Dragon Transformation Skill and Drax's help, he was able to shrink his Dragon Size to that of a lizard.
This allowed him to conceal himself beneath the dead Wind Wolf, but it still couldn't completely hide his aura from the young cultivator of unknown strength.
It was Drax who guided him, instructing him to use the Devour Skill to erase his own aura, followed by the Phantom Step to further conceal himself. Even if Drake stood outside the wolf's corpse and pretended to be a stone, no one would notice—he had no aura or hint of life after using Phantom Step and Devour Skill.
The only problem was that Drake's Originat was depleting quickly. If the young man lingered too long, he would be exposed.
Drake heard the young man's words and was surprised at how accurate his speculation was.
But suddenly, as Drake was deep in thought, he felt another aura approaching their location. The young man sensed it too and turned to look in that direction.
When Drake felt this, he cursed. Of all times, why would another cultivator be coming here now?
The aura grew closer, revealing the newcomer's features.
"Oh? If it isn't the Sect Master of Blood Valley."
A middle-aged man, wearing a long-sleeved robe, appeared, floating in the air as he gazed at the young man.
When the young man saw him, he spoke.
"The Sect Master of Fire Bloom… I wonder what you're doing here."
Their eyes clashed, exuding immense auras, causing the very climate to shift.
Drake, still hiding, felt an insurmountable pressure descend upon him, causing his body to stiffen.
"Why are they enemies?" Drake cursed silently.
Their auras continued to collide, unleashing waves of power that shook the atmosphere. The sheer force of their battle caused the wolf's corpse to explode into a meat paste, exposing Drake's figure.
Drake's heart screamed in agony. Why did they have to clash right here?!
There was no way he could withstand their aura and the shockwaves. He had to immediately activate Abyssal Barrier and Devourer Barrier to keep his body intact.
Thankfully, his resistance to pain prevented him from screaming out, and the blood of the wolf covered him, helping to hide his black dragon body.
For several minutes, their auras clashed as they locked gazes, scrutinizing each other.
Ding!
[It has been detected that Host's Originat is lower than 30%.]
When Drake saw this, it felt as if the sky was falling. Bad luck truly liked toying with him, but it turned out it wasn't done yet.
"Why are you two fighting against each other? There's something much more important to do."
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