bestfiction Chapter 451
Chapter 451
This time, the dragon's breath was different. The dragon's breath, which had been fused with the power of the earth's veins, no longer repelled the rocks. Large swaths of dark red dragon breath blocked the exit, like a waterfall of lava hanging down.
"The exit is blocked, what should we do?"
"How much spiritual power do we have left? Can we force our way out?"
"Impossible, even if it were me..." Zhong Ming felt uncomfortable all over, his dantian was empty, but the spiritual power that the dragon veins in his body automatically gathered blocked his meridians. This unrefined spiritual power completely blocked the path of spiritual power circulation.
"Damn it, I'm about to die, prepare my landing."
Zhong Ming landed on his sword, and to his surprise, the other party did not launch an attack. Instead, they arrogantly raised their heads and looked down on the three of them.
"Is its physical body classified as Rank 2 or Rank 3?" Now that things had come to this, the group was no longer nervous and started chatting casually, as if they were having a casual conversation.
"I don't know. I wanted to test the hardness of a third-grade weapon, but given that this is a dragon, it should only be a second-grade weapon." Chen Dahai rubbed his knees and laboriously took out the wheelchair and sat down.
Don't be fooled by their relaxed conversation; their muscles are actually tense, and they can be dozens of meters away in a matter of moments at the slightest disturbance.
Do you think the earth dragon might drown?
"It can burrow underground, so it can just sink to the bottom of the lake and disappear underground, right?"
The three chatted idly, not knowing what the dragon was doing—was it gathering strength, breathing, healing, or something else? They could only remain still as the enemy did not move, and deal with whatever came their way.
"Hey, that silly dragon? I heard that once a demon beast reaches the third rank, it can unleash its demon core to attack. Now that you've fallen in rank, can you still unleash it?"
Faced with the provocation of the group, the dragon simply flicked its claw, and a small sandstorm swept up in the nearly collapsed area, causing Zhong Ming, who was still mouth-open, to swallow a mouthful of sand.
It adjusted its posture, put the ice cubes of spiritual liquid back into the small pool, twisted the wound on its abdomen to the back, and slowly lowered its body. It didn't look like a high and mighty dragon, but rather like a hunting tiger approaching its prey.
Is it serious?
"Did you think it was playing a game just now?"
"I don't know. It seemed quite serious just now. I think it's at the peak of the second rank, and we're at the peak of Qi Refining. It doesn't seem like we're at such a disadvantage in a three-on-one fight."
At this moment, the earth vein power on the dragon's body slowly dimmed, its previously swollen body gradually contracted, the fluorescence on its body disappeared, its rock armor fell off, and its petrified body gradually returned to normal. The scales that had been torn by its flesh healed again, and it used the last bit of earth vein power to repair its injuries.
It returned to its original posture, with only the horrific wound on its abdomen, and occupied the side of the spirit liquid pool.
"It seems it's ready."
Zhong Ming smiled slightly. During this time, he had been regulating his meridians. Standing was not very effective, but he had no other choice.
"Prepare?"
"The final attack, I suppose."
The dragon's head shone brightly, and all the power of the earth's veins gathered into its mouth. This would be a massive dragon breath, possibly enough to fill the entire space. They would have nowhere to escape and nowhere to avoid it.
"Its last dragon breath and my arrow rain were all used up, I don't think it's difficult."
"No, this should be an attack that has been forcibly raised to the third rank."
Zhong Ming got into position and began to wield the spear in mid-air, with the four seasons of "Great Cold," "Grain Rain," "Great Heat," and "Autumn Equinox" rotating endlessly. The spear he was wielding in mid-air did not hit anything, and the spiritual energy at the tip of the spear became increasingly chaotic. The remaining power of "Great Cold" and "Great Heat" collided fiercely and annihilated each other.
Zhong Ming was sweating profusely. If someone nearby were to look closely, they would notice that the colliding spiritual energies were becoming less and less.
This is my spiritual power, my command, and there is only one way to execute it resolutely.
Each time the season changes, the spiritual energy of the previous moves is forcibly reversed and changed. The amount of successful changes is not much at first, but as Zhong Ming becomes more and more skilled at wielding the spear, the spiritual energy begins to accumulate on the tip of the spear. Each season's change is like an inevitable trend, gradually showing an unstoppable and magnificent momentum.
Yue Kaishan originally intended to stand in front of Zhong Ming with two shields, but seeing the situation, he chose to trust his brother and silently protected Chen Dahai, who did not intend to use the crossbow.
He prepared to use his cane and the sword technique "Striking Technique".
"Quihong, do you know? Its striking technique is the ancestor of sword-drawing techniques."
Can it be split open?
"not a problem."
The two men stood on the left and right, their momentum steadily increasing, while Yue Kaishan stood in the middle, at a loss.
Who am I? Where am I? Whom should I protect?
If I were standing in front of these two, I wouldn't be engulfed by the dragon's breath; instead, I'd be stabbed a hundred times with a gun and then smashed in two with a cane.
Just then, the earth dragon moved.
The dragon's whiskers danced, its fangs were revealed, and a dazzling red light shone in its mouth before everything else was destroyed.
Everyone instinctively gripped their weapons, staring nervously ahead.
Amidst a red glow, a shadow is growing larger and larger.
"coming soon."
Zhong Ming's spear danced faster and faster, while Chen Dahai, though sitting upright without moving, had already reached the peak of his momentum.
"In the name of death!"
"Wait, what's that...."
The shadow at the dragon's mouth became clearer, and upon closer inspection, it truly was...
Awe-inspiring and murderous, its armor a blend of iron and scales.
Standing alone at Longmen, its majestic form stands like a banner; its rugged heights reveal its heroes.
"Hero" takes about half a breath.
"Run!"
Xuanjing let out a shrill scream as he went down the stairs, missed a step, kicked a nail with his toe, and suddenly leaned back in his recliner, exceeding the critical point.
It's not a big deal, but just thinking about it hurts.
Zhong Ming roared, "Brother Yue!"
Before Yue Kaishan could understand what was happening, Chen Dahai had already caught up with Zhong Ming's train of thought.
"Lock the shield to the rope and throw it in front of Xuanjing!"
Upon hearing this, Yue Kaishan immediately took action. He himself did not possess such great abilities, but these two did.
Just as the shield was connected, Zhong Ming's spear thrust swung to Da Han, slamming it hard into the shield. The shield flew towards Chen Dahai, whose eyes widened like copper bells as he rapidly calculated the shield's landing point.
"The Technique!" Here we go.
The cane slammed fiercely into the shield, causing it to deform slightly and spin as it flew toward Xuan Jing.
However, the angle seemed to be slightly off, and the shield kept falling and crashing to the ground.
"It's veering off course, Brother Cuihong! Quickly, fly your sword and crash into it to correct the trajectory!" Yue Kaishan was extremely anxious as he watched the cable being released from his hand.
"Believe me."
The shield slammed into the ground and bounced high into the air, arriving behind Xuan Jing within two breaths.
The cable flew right between Xuan Jing's legs.
"Now! Lock the cable and reel it in!"