The cold, tender bite on his neck felt like a terrifying snake tightly coiled around him, the pain shooting directly to his nerves.
Xia Feng had never felt such fear before, even though he had proactively approached Evil Dragon Miss previously without such feelings.
But now, he felt as if he would be bitten to death by Evil Dragon Miss in the next moment, which seemed to be the effect of a natural sense of oppression from the Dragon Clan.
Fortunately, the Dragon God had no bad intentions, and Xia Feng recovered his composure, quietly feeling the continuous increase in spiritual power.
However, as more and more Divine Dragon Blood was injected into the skin of his neck, he also felt somewhat overwhelmed. He tightly hugged Evil Dragon Miss around the butterfly bones of her back and managed to suppress a cry, "Dragon God...please, that's enough, let me go."
