Seeing the forest of white bones churning in the magma, he weakly sank down, collapsing listlessly into it, floating and sinking within.
Letting the scorching magma slap against his ravaged body.
He was still alive.
Not only alive, but he had also devoured the flesh of the Abyssal Flame Turtle.
Whether it was the turtle being too nourishing or its energy too immense was unknown.
Mael Valerius felt the power rampaging within him, as if every inch of skin, every drop of blood, was about to explode.
The few remaining Dragon Scales peeled off inch by inch, then rapidly regenerated in the boiling magma.
The once black Dragon Scales gradually turned into a dazzling gold, and the dragon body rolled painfully in the magma, letting out earth-shattering dragon roars.
"Roar——"
The dragon roar made the entire abyss tremble.
The original five-clawed dragon claws were violently torn into three additional claws, transforming into The Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon.
