C76 The Power of the Dragon Mark

As Yuan Ge breathed a sigh of relief, Xiong Dali had already spun around, his crimson eyes fixed on him. Blood was oozing from his shoulder, and upon seeing this, Yuan Ge couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

The bones of spirit animals were indeed sharp enough to pierce Xiong Dali's hide, but that was the extent of it. The injury was akin to a mere paper cut on a human finger