Walking a bird requires a bit of skill, or else the bird ends up walking you. This is even more true for walking a Flood Dragon—one careless moment, and you'll be devoured.
Right now, Yang Chan was doing just that—walking the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon. He didn't get too close, but he didn't stray too far, giving the creature a chance to approach without ever letting it get *too* near.
Whenever it unleashed its flames, he would swiftly retreat and simply stare at the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, making no move to attack. He just watched.
The Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon's rage, however, continued to build. This silent mockery was the most infuriating of all. It was already pushing its very core to the limit, desperate to kill Yang Chan.
Although it was a creature born of the void, to the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, it was a real living being. Or rather, it *believed* it was real, not some illusory thing.
