"Ah, it seems to be a stubborn dragon... I guess it can't be persuaded." That voice was mixed with a sigh and regret.
However, the Abyssal Demon Dragon continued to struggle with its head down.
Until the bonfire rose, and the aroma of meat wafted into the nostrils of the Abyssal Demon Dragon, its struggling movements slightly froze.
Why does this meat aroma feel... somewhat familiar... Diya Harut wondered in his heart.
As the meat aroma grew stronger, coupled with the golden ropes that could not be broken, Diya Harut could not endure anymore, squirming like a cocoon to turn around— the annoying voice and bonfire were behind him, and his extraordinary senses and energy restrained by the Demon Spider Silk required him to turn around, otherwise, he could only grasp blindly in the dark.
