Galos traversed the night, carrying the corpse of the Cliff Snake Dragon, and returned to Needleleaf Valley.
Thud!
He threw the corpse of the Cliff Snake Dragon onto an open space at the edge of the valley. Although the snake dragon's body no longer emitted toxic fumes, the pungent smell of its blood still spread far and wide.
Unlike other creatures, this blood would repel fierce beasts rather than attract them.
The blood of the Cliff Snake Dragon, just from its smell, would make weaker creatures dizzy and instinctively avoid it like a venomous snake. If they got too close and inhaled too much, they would be poisoned to death by the scent alone.
Galos landed, his four limbs touching the ground.
With the battle over and now back in his territory, he suddenly felt dizzy, nauseous, dazed... various negative effects hit him consecutively.
"The snake dragon's poison is indeed fierce."
Shaking his head, Galos took a deep breath and turned to look at his own body.
