Chapter 399 One Hundred And Thirty Five
Okay—maybe it was a bit of a stretch to say it was perfectly suited for Lucky, especially with Gale around.
In Michael’s mind, wyverns were like the lesser cousins of true dragons—still dangerous, still powerful.
Gale, as a gryphon, also had wings. Infusing it with the blood essence of a Poison Wyvern could potentially enhance its flight capabilities or even awaken a new trait. But the problem was obvious—their attributes didn’t align.
The wyvern was poison-aligned. Gale, on the other hand, was a wind-type creature through and through.
Fusing the two might cause a mutation. Whether that would be beneficial or disastrous... no one could say.
Now, Lucky was a different story. It didn’t have wings, but it was poison-aligned.
If any of his undead had a natural compatibility with the essence, it was Lucky.
In the end, the blood essence was valuable to both. Whether it went to Lucky or Gale, it wouldn’t be a loss.
Michael’s eyes stayed locked on the box at the center of the platform.
He was getting that treasure. One way or another.
The starting price was soon stated.