He Xi stood where he was, making no move to intervene. He simply watched the changes taking place in Bruce, silently thinking:
It seems the power of this Red Dragon bloodline really does need intense emotions to trigger it to the fullest. But Bruce's way of triggering it... seems a little hard on his ass.
Dimi was completely dumbfounded, frozen in place.
He shrieked in a tearful voice, "Boss! I told you! It's an Undead Dog! You just wouldn't believe me!"
Bruce had easily dealt with the two nobodies. Now his eyes, blazing with fury, were fixed on Wilson.
It advanced step by step, its bare tail sticking straight up. Sharp teeth glinted inside its open mouth as a deep, thunderous growl rumbled in its throat.
"Now it's your turn, scum."
Wilson was stunned, his mind going completely blank.
That bastard Rupert's intel had to be wrong!
But Dimi was wrong, too! What the hell kind of Undead Dog breathed fire out of its ass?!
Honestly, though the sight was terrifying, Wilson had years of experience as a rogue. He immediately judged that if he ran for his life with all his might, he might be able to escape the dog's clutches.
But the problem was... there was an even more terrifying presence behind him.
He wished he could drag Rupert out and skin him alive.
That guy had sworn up and down that the other man was just a swindler, making a living off his scams!
What made him even more afraid to act rashly was what he'd seen when he glanced sideways at the mage called "Galen." The black head on the long-handled weapon in the man's hand was grinning at him, its eyes gleaming with excitement!
He didn't know if that dog was an Undead Dog, but