By the time Phield arrived on the battlefield, the unfortunate corrupted giant scorpion had already been burned crispy on the outside and thoroughly cooked within.
"Are you hurt?" Phield dismounted at once and hurried over. Seeing fresh blood still flowing along the Drakewolf's body, his fists clenched unconsciously. "Where are you injured?"
Ashina smiled sweetly. "Thank you for your concern, my lord. Thanks to you, I'm perfectly fine. The blood is the enemy's. Well… Drakewolf did take some damage, though."
The Drakewolf looked exhausted. After a long pursuit and sustaining injuries, it lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
"It actually got hurt…" Phield frowned deeply. "That means the enemy's combat power was terrifying. I've never seen it suffer like this before. Bring it back to the domain. We have plenty of potions—its wounds will be treated immediately."
