Dexter was directly behind Quan, and he had to say, the young prince had grown exponentially stronger than before.
His wings were now almost like crystals, having a lighter, lie sheen to them. And they were four now, just like Dian had.
Dexter didn't know about dragons too well, but he could somehow tell that the number of wings a dragon had was related to their strength.
Quan held a beautiful silver Jian, cleaving through the monsters like a mastered swordsman. Each of his cuts was straight, carrying one intent and one intent only.
It almost made Dexter want to use a sword... almost.
Only he knew the advantage spears gave him in terms of range and versatility.
They rushed the creatures from all sides, diminishing their numbers rapidly. Hannah was also in the battle too.
She seemed more comfortable fighting close range now. She was ripping apart a bunch of flying fish that were twice her size with ease.
