Chapter 795

Despite its ferocity, the three-legged flood dragon proved surprisingly skittish. As the Golden Eagle pressed its advantage, the dragon retreated deeper into the swamp, its fear of ambush growing with each passing moment. Andrew hadn't given up on hunting the three-legged flood dragon mainly because of the recent changes in the Beast Mountain Range. For some unknown reason, the temperature at the outskirts of the Beast Mountain Range had been rising rapidly since the night before last. Even Andrew could feel the heat now. The swamp where the flood dragon lived had lost much of its moisture, and the mud had hardened, limiting the dragon's speed. Additionally, the evaporation of the swamp filled the area with marsh gas. This gas was toxic, and prolonged exposure could affect one's mind. It was also highly flammable. Since the night before, Andrew had been refining his plan, and now he was fully decided. He would use the marsh gas to set a fire, flush the three-legged flood dragon o