Bab 1609: Demi-Dragon Patterned Wyvern!

Darkness was all around. General Dresden was lying on the ground, panting heavily. He touched his forehead and came away with fingers wet with his own blood.

The old general struggled to get up to his feet. Beside him, whether it was the proud son of the lord Dongfan He or Jia Yuntian, or the other warriors of various backgrounds, each and every one of them were looking haggard. Their bodies were covered in mud and wounds. They were all at the point of exhaustion, currently sharing two jugs of nutrient solution. All of them were so exhausted that none of them had the strength to speak.

"General, you should drink some too." Dongfang He handed a bottle over.

General Dresden nodded, took the bottle, and drank a few mouthfuls of the refreshing and slightly sweet liquid. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before asking, "How is Christopher?"