After giving all his instructions, Mo Li slowly turned his gaze toward Azhdaha, who was bound by hands of rock nearby.
Azhdaha seemed to have exhausted himself from all the cursing and was still gasping heavily.
Seeing Azhdaha looking more worn out than if he had fought a great battle, Mo Li felt somewhat helpless.
Was it really necessary? He had cursed at him the entire way. What kind of grudge and resentment was this?
"Are you done cursing? If you are, can you listen to a few words from me?"
Mo Li no longer paid attention to those unimportant matters and spoke to the panting Azhdaha.
"Mo-Morax, you, you, you... don't get cocky. Let me catch my breath first."
Seeing Mo Li act as though everything was under control made Azhdaha furious. Damn it, he hadn't listened to a single word!
Was he looking down on people too much? No, on dragons.
Mo Li could also see by now that Azhdaha had, in a sense, already broken free from Clayman's restraints, though some hidden danger remained.
It seemed that necklace had caused Azhdaha to be controlled by his own nature—the so-called corruption.
It had also amplified Azhdaha's negative emotions to nearly their limit.
That gave Mo Li quite a headache.
As they watched the two interact, the two cranes, the deer, and the little blob fell into stunned silence.
The three of them could clearly sense how immense the aura radiating from that turtle-like monster was.
They could guarantee that this turtle-like being was at least Special A-rank, and probably no ordinary Special A-rank at that.
In their memories, aside from Mo Li, they had never seen another being with such an imposing presence.
If Azhdaha knew what the three of them were thinking, he would certainly fly into