Boom—
Dragon breath erupted wildly, flames boiling. The first batch of human elites who had charged after Ximen Qi had no time to escape, and more than half of them were killed or wounded.
Ximen Qi had charged at the very front, yet he was also the quickest to dodge. When he saw the blood mist in the dragon's eyes and its jaws preparing to open, he sensed its counterattack—
Before he could warn his companions behind him, the dragon breath came crashing over, instantly drowning dozens of his fellow clansmen in death.
One fresh life after another turned into wisps of smoke. They could not even find a single corpse to send back for the family to mourn.
Those human cultivators who had possessed the courage to enter the Kunlun Ruins and managed to persist until now without retreating or dying were all formidable figures. No weaklings could have made it this far.
Yet no one had expected that before the dragon breath, these experts in the eyes of humanity were nothing more than swarms of flies and ants, all of them wiped out with a single sneeze.
The dragon race truly should not exist in this world.
Ximen Qi stood with his sword in the eastern sky and shouted to the comrades who had survived by sheer luck, "The dragon breath is fierce. Everyone, remember—never meet it head-on—"
"..."
Those comrades were still shaken out of their wits, cursing inwardly. Who would willingly clash head-on with dragon breath? They had simply charged too fiercely just now and had been unable to turn back.
Moreover, they were utterly contemptuous of Ximen Qi for charging at the front yet failing to warn everyone in time, caring only about escaping himself. What would it have cost him to shout, "Retreat!" while