Once they crossed this stretch, they would reach the Drakthar Dominion's Territory—specifically, the Black Dragon domain.
Perhaps because his thoughts had wandered to that, his reaction was a second too slow.
The sound of cracking echoed through the air.
When he turned, Shen Xinghui was a fair distance behind.
He had stopped in his tracks.
And at that moment, a monster's claws were already upon him.
"Shen Xinghui!"
Ignatius felt the blood drain from his face.
It was a Fafnir.
A large dragon-type beast, incredibly fast and armed with razor-sharp claws.
Shen Xinghui's body would be crushed in an instant.
Without thinking, Ignatius sprinted forward and grabbed Shen Xinghui, pulling him into his arms.
At the same time, he hardened his body's armor, but not completely—not in time.
A few of the monster's claws slashed through his exposed side, ripping into his flesh.
The force sent them both over the cliff's edge.
Shen Xinghui was unconscious in his arms.
