"Hiss hiss hiss..."
As Ye Xuan was silent, the several wicked dragons diagonally across started roaring at Ye Xuan again; their pupils were grey-white, their expressions ferocious. Anyone else might have been scared witless by the sight.
However, Ye Xuan didn't feel much of anything.
These wicked dragons seemed to be a new type, one that allowed multiple other wicked dragons to parasitize their bodies.
Ye Xuan thought about it, staring intently at the few wicked dragons.
Suddenly, Ye Xuan saw that one of the wicked dragons had a mutilated arm, an area that looked like it had been stripped of flesh. Due to the wicked dragon's regenerative abilities, the area had turned into a sticky mass of green.
"Is this flesh edible?"
Ye Xuan remembered the words that the few underlings had mentioned earlier.
Could it be they... were eating the flesh of wicked dragons?
But wouldn't eating the flesh of wicked dragons kill you?
Madness.
In that second, Ye Xuan felt his scalp tingle.
