"Tsk, you actually became a mate to a dragon." Muria smacked her lips as she watched the Blood Clan woman willingly guarding the castle. There was no sign of coercion.
"That's quite bold." Muria surveyed the young, curvaceous woman before her, picturing the unusual tooth dragon that could rival the Red Dragon in size. The dark races indeed had a strong ability to endure.
"Hmph!" Upon hearing Muria's mockery, the Blood Clan woman, who had already given up on defeating Muria, snorted dismissively, uninterested in arguing.
She was ready to flee, yet Muria had quietly undone her magic array. This had terrified her, and a small teleportation array appeared beneath her feet.
"You're so careless," Muria mockingly stomped her foot. "I've tampered with your killing array, and you think you can use a teleportation array to escape in front of me?"