Bab 732: In the Name of Hydral - II

The ebony witch, hovering aloft, gazed down upon the dragon as it struggled to its feet. With a slight gesture of her hand, infinite shadows surged forth once more, transmuting into razor-sharp blades that pierced directly into the dragon's wounds. Though it appeared as if she had subjected the dragon to a thousand cuts, in reality, it had little effect. The monster was regenerating at a terrifying pace.

Despite the dragon's seemingly grievous injuries and Nine's apparent dominance, not a single adventurer dared to seize the opportunity.

They were, of course, too wary. Like hyenas, adventurers excelled at assessing situations and gauging risks. They were acutely aware that this seemingly battered dragon could incinerate them to oblivion with a single breath.

And how could Nine be ignorant of these adventurers' nature?

After a dozen seconds of futile attempts to inflict further damage upon the dragon, Nine released a soft sigh.