As Lin Shen was mulling over these thoughts, both the Dragon Hunter and the Mutated Crimson Soul Dragon appeared simultaneously in the arena.
The Red Soul Dragon, glowing with fiery crimson light, exuded an aura of immense power and dominance.
Its massive physique dwarfed the Dragon Hunter, who looked as insignificant as an infant in comparison—completely mismatched in size and might.
"Haha, surprised? Your opponent isn't a mere Ascension-level Red Ghost Dragon but a Nirvana-level Mutated Crimson Soul Dragon!" Charles exclaimed with glee. Even though he knew the other side couldn't hear him, he still felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
*He imagined the expression on his opponent's face—shock, terror, regret, fury, and an overwhelming mix of anguish and venomous hatred.*
"Too late to regret now. The wager is mine, and your pet must die." Charles shouted as he commanded the Mutated Crimson Soul Dragon, "Mutated Crimson Soul Dragon, kill him, crush him into dust!"
