Threading through the jungle, Cain, with the help of the Magic Potion, had managed to recover somewhat. Although he could walk, it was obviously not as comfortable as being carried on Lu Hong's back.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Cut the crap. Are you saying that the three saints from the Cairo family were the ones attacking you just now?"
"Yes," said Cain, gradually becoming angry. "West deceived me; he lured me here to serve as nourishment for the dragon soul, and the Divine Soul of that real dragon is still resurrecting. We must stop it!"
"How do you stop it?" Lu Hong curled his lip. "According to the story you told, this ancient true dragon has at least the power of a Heavenly God. Are you going to fight it yourself?"
Having witnessed the horror of the dragon soul, Cain fell silent. Yes, it seemed he couldn't defeat the real dragon. "Can we only stand by and watch it resurrect? What about the residents of Dragon Light?"
