In a shrill, piercing scream, it turned to ashes.
"What a pity."
Fang Hong still thought it was a dragon after all, even if a Dark Giant Dragon, there should have been plenty of valuable things on it; it was a shame everything had burned to ashes. He understood, though, that even if it hadn't burned, they wouldn't have had the time to collect any spoils of war, not to mention the problem of distribution among so many people.
The only gain was experience.
The knowledge and combat experience provided by dark beings were several times that of ordinary creatures, not to mention a Dark Giant Dragon—even though it was just a young dragon and might have only been an inferior product made by Salrutaka, Fang Hong still received nearly ten thousand experience points.
Adding up previous, continuous battles, he had actually accumulated a considerable amount of experience; however, these experiences meant little underground, everything was about surviving and getting out first.
