Inside the demiplane, dragon scales were scattered all around the giant dragon.
Enduring the intense pain, Kolkrath lay on the ground and continued to play dead, figuring that as long as the other party stripped away all his scales, they would naturally give up, and at that point his treasures would be safe.
Kyle stood on top of the giant dragon, used brute force to rip off a dragon scale, and casually tossed it aside.
This guy thought he was easy to fool, so he would just play along properly with him.
I do not know how long had passed before Kyle pulled off the very last dragon scale on the red dragon's body and tossed it onto the grassland, stepping on Kolkrath's head and looking back at his own masterpiece with utter satisfaction.
Scalding dragon blood flowed outward along the dense array of wounds, soaking deeply into the ground.
"Thirty-one thousand six hundred and twenty-six dragon scales. Used to craft armor, they can forge over five hundred sets of red dragon scale armor. Stripping off dragon scales once every three years—this idea is quite nice."
Hearing the words of this "demon," Kolkrath felt a surge of extreme fear in his heart, but for the sake of his treasures, he still chose to play dead.
Watching this red dragon remain completely indifferent, Kyle admired the red dragon's willpower from the bottom of his heart, but this did not prevent him from thoroughly teaching this giant dragon a lesson.
He jumped down from the top of the red dragon's head, used his foot to help flip the other party over, took out the secondary Putlock's Spear, and landed it on the other party's belly, though he did not make a move.
Kolkrath felt the sensation transmitted from his skin, and a