Drip, drip.
Standing atop the crater of Scorching Volcano, Russell had two massive wounds on his body. One had been slashed diagonally across his back, while the other had pierced through his waist.
As his blood dripped down, it directly turned into energy and burned away.
Sacred Unicorn Polly, who was in even worse shape than Russell, had already transformed back into the God of Thunder Mark, branded upon Russell's forehead.
"Your Highness the Grand Duke!" A Wyvern Knight flew over and struck his chest in salute. "Thank you for your aid. Otherwise, not only would the Extreme Ice Sacred Artifact have been stolen, but who knew how many more corpses would have been left at the foot of Scorching Volcano..."
"It is nothing. Humanity is a community bound by fate. King Ares was fighting Frost Da on the snowfields, which allowed me to break away and come here to deal with the Snow Trolls trying to seize the Extreme Ice Sacred Artifact." Russell waved a hand and remained standing perfectly still.
His wounds were rapidly healing. As a Phantom Dragon Knight, his recovery ability was scarcely inferior to that of a dragon.
This was one of dragonflame's characteristics.
Dragonflame, which could create all things, naturally contained the most miraculous power of life.
To kill the last five Snow Giants, Russell had exhausted his Lightning Elemental Power and had been forced into close combat. That was why the dying Snow Trolls had managed to counterattack and leave him with these two wounds—Polly had suffered even more injuries.
"How are the casualties on your side?" Russell asked indifferently as he looked down at the foot of Scorching Volcano.
"Six Wyvern Knights were lost. Three wyverns have already been cast into the volcano, returning to the embrace of dragons." The Wyvern Knight