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Otto approached the unconscious Red Dragon, while Moray marveled at the miserable appearance of the dragon.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at this poor child, beaten into such a state..."

It seemed reasonable for a lich who could not remember his age to say this, considering that adult dragons were only about one hundred years old.

Touching his chin, Otto admired his own handiwork with great interest.

The Red Dragon's jaw had been completely deformed by Otto's punch. Even the robust bones of the dragon were twisted into a twisted shape.

"By the way, what do you plan to do with this Red Dragon? If you don't dare to do it, I can help you if you want..."

Moray sneered sinisterly: "I have a brilliant technique for refining live bodies. As long as there are enough materials, I can completely maintain their appearance and strength before death."