Chương 371: Destiny, Beautiful But Wicked

On the southern mountain range, a part of one mountain had collapsed, while the surrounding forest was almost completely destroyed, countless trees uprooted and the ground badly cracked as the two beasts fought like their lives are on the line, turning a blind eye on the damage they had caused. 

The dignified look of the King of Agartha and the easygoing appearance of the Commander of Warriors were both nowhere to be seen. In fact, two miserable figures had emerged from a pile of rubble.

Half of Draven's shirt was clawed off, one sleeve even missing, with his black hair a complete mess and cuts from wind blades visible on his arms and chest. A trickle of blood could be seen leaking from the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, Morpheus' state was not any better. There were bruises on his face, one eye even swollen shut, and some feathers from his wings were missing, causing parts of his gray wings to be dyed red with his blood.