Chapter 893: Arrival of Kyle
The yellow-faced young man and long-faced young man, having barely regained their senses, froze in horror, their faces draining of color. "Falcon Snake! Thunder Frog!" they shouted desperately, their voices trembling with fear as they scrambled to summon their spiritual pets.
Responding to their masters’ panic, the falcon snake screeched as its wings flapped violently, conjuring slicing gusts, while the thunder frog’s back sparked wildly with electric arcs, both beasts charging at the dragon in an attempt to save their masters.
But the three-headed black dragon, now enraged beyond reason, exuded an aura of raw savagery that even the two powerful beasts seemed to hesitate against for a brief moment.
The power of the three-headed black dragon was overwhelming, its strength and fury far beyond what the Void Soul Tower trio had anticipated. When the falcon snake and thunder frog lunged forward to protect their masters, streams of venom sprayed wildly from the dragon’s three heads, splattering across the battlefield.
The deadly liquid struck the two spiritual pets directly, and sizzling sounds filled the air as smoke rose from their bodies. The venom corroded their scales and flesh almost instantly, leaving behind deep, smoking wounds.
Both beasts shrieked in pain, their cries echoing across the clearing, but they still struggled desperately to resist, their loyalty evident even in their agony.
However, their sacrifice was not in vain. The yellow-faced young man and long-faced young man used this brief moment to rush forward and shield Nell, pulling her between them as they quickly retreated to safety.
Their faces were pale, blood still trickling from their mouths from the earlier tail strike, but their priority was clear: protect Nell first, worry about injuries later. With practiced efficiency, they recalled their falcon snake and thunder frog into their beast pouches. The two injured spiritual pets returned with difficulty, their bodies badly damaged, their once-vigorous auras now flickering and unstable.
The two men exchanged grim looks, their hearts sinking. This battle had cost them dearly. One of their companions was seriously injured, and now their spiritual pets—vital extensions of their combat strength—were also heavily wounded.
The weight of such losses pressed down on them like a mountain. The only small comfort they found was that the three-headed black dragon had expended too much venom and poisonous gas in its rage, its reserves temporarily drained. Otherwise, their beloved spiritual pets might have dissolved on the spot, leaving nothing but scattered remains.