It could even automatically call for reinforcements? The Dragon King truly couldn't be underestimated.
To Fu Qian, let alone the mangled remnant before him that had been ravaged for a thousand years—even a whole Dragon King wouldn't have posed much risk to deal with.
Still, it truly was a veteran Higher Being. Even unintentionally, it was displaying the breadth of its connections.
Which meant that, as its opponent, he seemingly had no choice but to confront a problem.
After dealing with the Dragon King, would he have to deal with the Night Watchers while he was at it?
This research expedition had been fairly low-profile all along, but Fu Qian had considered it only a matter of time before the Night Watchers noticed him.
Yet with the Dragon King transforming like this, it practically looked like it was about to flip the table.
If he assessed things pessimistically, it wouldn't be strange at all for the Night Watchers' upper ranks to come here for a group outing at any moment.
More importantly, the Dragon King he had taken such a huge risk to meet seemed almost incapable of communication. All that remained was the instinct to preserve its own "integrity"—and perhaps its hatred for the tyrant?
In any case, either one was enough to make him a target of attack. His situation was worrying.
"Has it always been like this?"
The only comforting thing was perhaps that its transformation speed wasn't much more efficient than Sailor Moon's.
By the time the congealed rotten flesh creeping along its body had begun to cover its foreclaws, Fu Qian was already chatting with the person beside him.
The apostle fellow, who had finished coughing, seemed to show no reaction.
More precisely, he turned a deaf ear. His eyes were fixed solely upon