Inside the prep area.
Su An'an glanced at the ferocious-looking Violent Dragon Yan Tian across from them and warned with concern:
"His dragon breath is extremely hot. Be careful, your poison mist might get vaporized."
Night Abyss lowered his gaze, his dark red vertical pupils churning with a gloomy madness. "It doesn't matter!"
His voice was soft, yet it sent a chill down the spine like a viper flicking its tongue. "I'll make him understand what real vaporization is."
Night Abyss turned to enter the arena but was abruptly pulled back by the Big Cat.
"Hey, Poison Dragon," he said, lowering his voice.
"Something's off about that Violent Dragon's scales. The sheen is wrong. He's probably pulled some dirty trick."
Night Abyss paused for a moment, a trace of mockery flashing in his dark red vertical pupils. "Do you take me for a brute like you?"
He flicked a wisp of purple poison mist from his fingertip, letting it swirl before Ying Jiuyao's nose.
