The Alliance stormed Blackwing Lair once again, and this time, they were brimming with confidence.
Nonsense. With a Titan God backing you up, what was there to fear or worry about?
Hu Feng slacked off while moonlighting as a healer. Beams of dawn light spread from his body from time to time; no matter how severe the injury, as long as someone had not drawn their last breath, they could be swiftly saved.
The Alliance troops and adventurers charged ahead with murderous intent, sparing not even the black dragon whelps. They killed every one they saw. Hu Feng, meanwhile, trailed at the rear, poking around here and there as he scavenged anything he considered valuable.
Heaven did not disappoint those who persevered. Hu Feng finally found a treasure room hidden behind a wall, but its contents left him deeply disappointed.
There was only a set of blood red leather armor.
"Hey, Varian, give this to Garona. Bloodfang Leather Armor—it suits her quite well." Hu Feng stopped King Varian, who was about to rush off again and put on another demonstration of splitting black dragons alive, then tossed the Bloodfang Leather Armor to him.
Varian quickly stored the leather armor in his spatial ring, nodded in thanks, and immediately rushed back to the front lines impatiently.
His Majesty the King was a powerful warrior with extraordinary talent, something that had been evident since his youth. Now that he possessed an artifact weapon, his combat strength had directly soared severalfold.
The Black Dragon Prince's strongest dragonspawn, Ragefire Ragglesor, had been treated to Varian's signature move of splitting a dragonspawn alive before an audience. His corpse, cleaved in two, now lay at the entrance to Blackwing Lair, waiting to rot and stink.
However, ever since the Alliance forces had invaded Blackwing Lair again,