After tossing aside the Vermillion Garuda’s corpse, the Darkwing Dragon pounced over and chomped down on the neck of a nearby Hearthfire Manticore. The Hearthfire Manticore was covered in thick black scales. Among Rank 7 flying mounts, it was considered an extremely powerful existence. However, in the face of the Darkwing Dragon, it was nothing more than a trifling bug.

“GRAOOOW!” the Hearthfire Manticore wailed in pain. It jabbed the Darkwing Dragon with its stinger in a last ditch effort.

KLANG! A light scratch appeared on the Darkwing Dragon’s scales. The Hearthfire Manticore’s attack couldn’t even pierce Darkwing Dragon’s scales.

The difference between Rank 7 and Rank 9 was too great. Only if several dozen Rank 7 flying mounts worked together in perfect harmony, would they stand a chance against the Darkwing Dragon. Anything less simply wasn’t enough to pose a threat to it. 

The Darkwing Dragon dug its claws deep into the...