131 Mystic Dragon Purge

A dragon...

It looked like that Mystic Dragon— except that its head was much, much smaller— had been sketched into his arm. Its black body and skull looked so realistic. The wings looked like they would spread out and soar any instant. Even the flame from its mouth looked so real.

The dragon was imprinted on Rody’s arm. Rody gently stroked the skin with the imprint on his arm and did not find anything different from before. However, he vaguely felt some strange movements under the skin. Rody wondered if it was a psychological effect.

A roar came from the woods as Wuya rushed out. He then looked at Rody with disbelieve.

“Impossible...This is impossible!” Wuya suddenly shouted, “How could I be defeated by a human? How could the great Jormungardr lose to a human!”