Even when the Gale Dragon attacked the Furious-Eyed Black Dragon in a rage, it still dared not fly directly in front of it. The area around its eyes was probably the most vulnerable—or rather, where its hide was thinnest. Yet anyone who went there would have to face its eyes. Once immobilized, they would be doomed. It had become an insoluble problem.
My Imperial Dragon-Slaying Slash had not given up attacking either. No matter how thick its hide was, as long as I kept scraping away these layers of accumulated black rock, I would eventually reach its armor. When that happened, I refused to believe the Imperial Dragon-Slaying Slash could not pierce into its skull!
The excavation went smoothly. Despite the Furious-Eyed Black Dragon's head being covered in spikes and horns, I quickly shoveled out a groove. It was not a particularly obvious pit to the dragon, but it meant I would soon be able to pierce through its armor—perhaps even twist its brains into a tangled mess with a single strike.
After digging for a while, I did not know whether it had sensed my threat or encountered some other problem, but I suddenly felt the ground beneath my feet growing hotter and hotter. Looking around, I saw that its originally pitch-black body, faintly tinged with a sinister crimson, had begun emitting a strange red glow. That color came from the scorching heat within!
In the darkness of night, the red glow became increasingly conspicuous. Even though Qu Meng had fired quite a few illumination flares at the Furious-Eyed Black Dragon, the red light still looked bizarrely eerie against the night.
Just as I was about to dig out what I deemed a sufficient opening, even my armored feet could no longer withstand the searing steam. An ordinary hunter's