Leon merely exhausted his mana, he still had strength, but it was not easy to push away the agitated Green Dragon. He subconsciously wiped his face and said, "Calm down a bit."
"I can't calm down," Cecilia's eyes were ablaze as she stared at Leon.
She was a young dragon, already matured and ready for mating.
"Calm or not, it's of no use," Leon's heart was without ripples, "I am still a teenage dragon."
Hearing Leon's words, the Green Dragon wilted suddenly, losing her strength.
Leon didn't attend to the Green Dragon; he looked around and saw numerous corpses. Those cultists and monsters who attacked him under Angmog's order were all dead, either killed by suicide and mutual destruction manipulated by the Soul Summoning Mantra, or directly by his own hand. Perhaps there were a few survivors, but now there was no trace of them, he said, "We shouldn't stay here long, you gather the loot, once you're done we need to leave quickly."
