Camouflage

Back to Lin Jin. After Black Crow and the others left, leaving the zombie cthulhu behind, it became quiet again.

Too many things had happened recently. Ever since entering the royal capital, Lin Jin felt as if he was constantly on the move. He was either being assassinated or battling someone.

Now that everything had come to a close, Lin Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally relax.

It was definitely risky to fight the old dragon but Lin Jin had also reaped great rewards from this effort. By using the old dragon's blood to renew Xiao Huo's blood and cleanse his bone marrow, even condensing the Yin Yang Dharma body, Lin Jin could be said to have earned a lot. Too much even.

Had this been tasked to someone else, how could they have injured a Rank 5 dragon to a critical extent?

And a four-hundred-year-old dragon to boot who would soon gain divine protection from all the offerings he received.