Immediately, his blurred vision quickly focused.
He saw clearly that in front of him was not the Bronze Dragon enemy, but the familiar face of the Old Golden Dragon Ovis, and he could distinctly feel the gentle energy around him continuously nurturing his shattered body.
He instantly retracted his attack stance, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed.
"Where is this...?"
The Red Iron Dragon slightly stretched his stiff body in the Spring of Stagnation, his voice hoarse, and asked.
At the same time, he took a deep breath and concentrated.
The invisible mental cage was once again condensed and constructed.
Although the walls of the cage were filled with countless tiny cracks, as if they could shatter at any moment, it still stubbornly performed its duty, suppressing the frenzy deep in his mind.
The blood-red color remaining in his eyes receded rapidly like a tide, eventually returning to their usual deep black.
