Garos moved through the night, carrying the Cliff Serpent Dragon's corpse as he returned to Conifer Valley.
Thud!
He threw the Cliff Serpent Dragon's corpse onto an open patch of ground at the edge of the valley. Although its body was no longer billowing poisonous mist, the pungent smell carried by its blood still spread far into the distance.
Unlike other creatures, whose blood attracted fierce beasts.
The blood of the Cliff Serpent Dragon could make weak creatures dizzy just by smelling it, causing them to instinctively flee as if avoiding venomous snakes and scorpions. Those who got too close and inhaled too much would be poisoned to death by the scent itself.
Garos landed, his four limbs touching the ground.
Now that the battle was over and he had returned to his territory, he suddenly felt lightheaded, dizzy, nauseated, and dazed. All kinds of negative symptoms came one after another.
"The Serpent Dragon's poison is still potent."
Shaking his head, Garos took several deep breaths and turned to inspect his body.
His body was fine. There were not many green traces on his black-and-red scales.
However, his pair of dragon wings were covered in alarming dark-green poison blotches. Both their spread and degree of corrosion far exceeded the marks left behind during his first probing encounter with the Serpent Dragon.
In order to injure the Cliff Serpent Dragon first, Garos had allowed himself to be stained by some of its poisonous blood at the beginning.
But he could bear this price.
Killing a dragon was vastly more difficult than killing other fierce beasts or magical creatures of the same level.
Other dragons might not possess venomous blood and a Death Curse like the Serpent Dragon, but they all had their own strengths. In a battle to the death, unless