Mimic

Two spears shot forth, both striking the Poison Fire Flying Dragons' vital points.

But after piercing through the magical beasts' bodies, the follow-up attacks avoided the demi-humans' fatal areas, leaving them only temporarily deprived of their action ability.

Linsey put away his weapons and caught up to the floating island ahead.

He built a path along the island's edge, then hauled the two people and two dragons pinned below back onto the ground.

As expected, the two Poison Fire Flying Dragons were killed by Linsey.

One yielded dragon hide, while the other yielded dragon eyes.

As for the two demi-humans, one had fallen unconscious from severe blood loss, while the other was panting violently.

The latter had no strength left to resist.

But his savage beastlike eyes remained fixed on Linsey as he began cursing in a hatred-filled voice:

"Human, you despicable, shameless—ugh!"

Linsey drew a dagger and plunged it into the demi-human's chest and abdomen. The intense pain immediately robbed him of the ability to speak properly.

The demi-human's body began convulsing violently.

But when Linsey pulled the dagger from his chest, there was not a single wound at the spot where it had struck.

Linsey had activated the title effect of the Blade of Emotion.

That strike had been completely transformed into emotional pain and forcibly inflicted upon the demi-human.

Thus, it caused him no physical injury, only mental damage.

Looking at the demi-human curled up before him, trembling without pause,

Linsey spoke in an even tone:

"These Poison Fire Flying Dragons were originally restrained by the Fire Dragon King."

"How did you encounter them and gain control of them? Are there other demi-humans commanding Poison Fire Flying Dragons?"

Linsey's stance was simple.

His first priority was dealing with the spatial chaos in the core world. Then he