Chapter 115

A sudden flare of green light erupted, and a nest of emerald vipers hissed violently as they burst from the center of the wine cask—twisting and burning furiously—while releasing waves of thick, acrid fumes that spread in all directions.

The stench of death swept over the square. Sensing the danger, the three mighty dragons shed their usual arrogance and beat their colossal wings in a desperate surge skyward.

The green serpents below had only just begun to flick their tongues, but they radiated lethal threat—even to beasts circling high above, their scales harder than steel.