Half an hour later.
Leonard Churchill stood on a tree root, panting heavily.
He had two fist-sized bloody holes in his chest and abdomen from where blood was streaming out. The injuries looked very severe.
At his feet, the Undead Griffin with its golden skeleton scattered into pieces, its soul fire in the eye sockets dwindling.
Leonard consumed the rich Extraordinary Traits, the corners of his bleeding mouth curving into an arc of unabated excitement.
Indeed, the griffin, being a Mythical Creature, even when turned into an undead, retains terrorizing combat power. Just now, a single swipe tore through Leonard's Protective Gang Air and Tyrant Gold Body, piercing straight through him. If not for the Curse of Immortality, a swipe like that would instantly kill an Eighth Order Card Master upon contact.
But it was precisely this formidable opponent that gave Leonard the exhilarating combat experience he relished.