Black-Armored Flood Dragon

After a brief rest, Ye Yun recovered some of his strength and immediately made a rough cleanup of the battlefield.

After looking around and finding nothing left behind, he picked a direction and swiftly sprinted away.

There was no helping it. The area around this tree hollow was now reeking of blood, and once the lingering aftershock of the battle dissipated,

it would certainly attract many ferocious demon beasts.

Although these demon beasts were not of high rank and posed no threat to Ye Yun,

he had already gone through a brutal fight and did not want to waste any more energy on them.

After all, he was still in a hurry to reach the core region deep within Giant Whale Island.

Half an hour later, flickering firelight shone from a cave atop a relatively secluded cliff.

Inside the cave, Ye Yun, already changed into a clean set of clothes, was slumped against the rock wall beside the fire.

Watching the dancing flames, Ye Yun could not help drifting into a daze.

That battle just now had lasted more than half an hour from beginning to end.

Maintaining such an intensely taut state for so long had indeed left him exhausted.

Even his battle with Zhang Ling last time had not tired him as much as that fight just now.

That was because both Zhang Ling and he controlled the rhythm of battle, whereas those Gale Sea Demon Wolves fought purely on instinct.

Under the Wolf King's command, they simply did not know what fear was. They only knew how to launch frenzied attacks without restraint.

To avoid being struck by the Gale Sea Demon Wolves, Ye Yun had no choice but to adjust his own attack rhythm and fight at a pace similar to theirs.

That was why