Convincing a Drake

Ülgen used both his claws to stop the one digging into his body. His dragon muscles bulged as if they might burst, but he finally managed to halt the attack. Had he tried to withstand the claw empowered by the vitality of a twelfth-tier peak creature with his bare body, it could have inflicted a wound close to fatal.

"Hmph!" he exhaled sharply, extinguishing the petrifying breath trying to spread across his body with his own freezing breath.

Despite his extraordinary endurance, Ülgen could feel fatigue creeping in. The mental spells he had used were also taking a toll on his mind. When he saw the hatred burning in the drake's eyes—the result of suffering from Ülgen's most potent mind assault—he realized he couldn't maintain the current pace of the fight. It seemed Motak had come to a similar conclusion.