712. Dragon Roar Valley Anomaly

Number Nine: "Have they gone far enough?"

Fifteen: "They've gone far enough."

Number Nine: "Then have you washed yourself clean?"

Fifteen: "I have."

Only then did Number Nine crawl out of the iron can.

They were already far from the place where they had fought the Dragon Beasts, and the scene of corpses strewn everywhere was no longer visible.

Even the wounds on Fifteen's body had already been bandaged, and his bloodstained clothes had been washed clean.

Number Nine was in no hurry to return to its throne. Instead, it skillfully fished a bottle of Mana Potion from Fifteen's bag and poured it over its slightly shriveled Mushroom Cap, replenishing what it had consumed.

"I didn't expect there to be a second wave. I had nothing left at all."

Ever since realizing that it was somewhat faint at the sight of blood, Number Nine had given up on fighting personally and instead devoted all its efforts to nurturing Fifteen, its mount.

It had spent a great deal of effort searching through the Fungal Lord's skill library and found many support-type skills that even Linden himself was not very clear on. Most of them had turned into various Spores, and the results were fairly good.

On the other side, Fifteen leaned wearily against a large tree, slowly digesting the side effects of the various enhancements.

He glanced at the entrance to Dragon Roar Valley not far away and nodded. "Something must have happened inside, but there's no rush for this short while. Let's rest and reorganize for a day first."

The motion of Fifteen turning his head tugged at the wound on his chest, hurting so much that he bared his teeth again.

"You Non-Mushrooms are so troublesome. You still haven't recovered after so long. I really don't know why you're