C1042 A Terrifying Demonic Attraction

As time passed, the air was filled with a sense of oppression. The mercenaries who had almost recovered were walking slowly. The veins on their weapons were twisting, and from time to time, drops of sweat rolled down. People seemed to smell death in the air.

"Look, where is it?"

Suddenly, a mercenary saw a yellow dragon made of smoke and dust rushing over from afar. Its target was the town