The brush moved slowly, the dark red dragon blood ink seeping into the surface of the deep gray armor.
The full-bodied dragon blood ink adhered to it as if it were completely fused, showing a praiseworthy stability.
Standing to the side, Yaya watched his movements with anticipation.
The making of dragon blood ink couldn't have happened without her contribution.
For Yaya, who had grown to 12 meters and possessed extraordinary self-healing, the burden of making dragon blood ink was but a trivial matter, easily remedied by a bit of food.
This was also why Matthew spared no effort in cultivating Yaya.
After all, the thicker the thigh, the more comforting it was to embrace!
Matthew's hand was very steady; with both strength and constitution breaking through the 15-point mark, drawing magic circles with his bare hands was not a problem for him.
The entire drawing process lasted about 5 minutes.