Slaying

The Flood Dragon suddenly raised its head.

Two massive crossbow bolts entered its body. Relative to the Flood Dragon's enormous size, it was like a toothpick piercing the skin of a normal person's finger.

It hurt, but there was no significant damage.

The Flood Dragon turned its head and roared angrily at the group of Ox Tribe warriors.

A large amount of black poisonous gas spewed from between the Flood Dragon's teeth. It opened its mouth wide, and a large cloud of black smoke and poisonous gas transformed into a fierce gale, sweeping forward along the surface of the wetland's water.

Wherever the black smoke and poisonous gas passed, large swathes of aquatic plants withered and died, and swarms of luminous flying insects fell to the ground.

Of the ten Stone Giants, five suddenly charged out.

They dropped their great axes, their arms intertwined, forming a strange shape.

With a great roar, the earth vibrated violently. Powerful, surging Earth Vein Power erupted from underground, injecting itself into the bodies of these five Stone Giants. Yellow light emanated from their bodies, forming intersecting lines that wove together into the shape of a mountain peak a hundred zhang high.

The mountain peak spewed a large amount of earthy yellow mist, forming a wall in front of them.

The black smoke and poisonous gas collided with the earthy yellow mist. The poisonous gas was pushed back, and not a single wisp managed to penetrate the yellow mist's protection to harm the Mist Blades behind it.

The other five Stone Giants strode out. One was in front, and four were behind, forming a peculiar formation. Their five auras merged perfectly.

They leaped over the top of the small earthy yellow mountain. As they passed, a large amount of earthy yellow mist merged into their bodies.

A heavy, fierce aura surged from within these five Stone Giants.

Accompanied by deafening roars, the five Stone Giants emitted a yellow light all over. A giant figure, a hundred zhang tall, emerged from above them, wielding a wolf-tooth great axe, and brought it down upon the Flood Dragon.

All of this happened extremely quickly. The instant the giant figure swung its axe down, the two arrows embedded in the Flood Dragon's body suddenly exploded.

The power of the explosion was a hundred times greater than the Mountain Splitting Thunder used by the Wu Family miners. The fiery blast covered an area of tens of meters, causing large splashes of water to churn in the wetland and mud to shoot up dozens of meters high.

A gaping hole, more than two meters in diameter, was blasted open in the Flood Dragon's belly. A large amount of blood splattered out. The Flood Dragon's body was almost blown in half, with only a section of its dark blue-black bone and half of its flesh barely connecting the upper and lower halves.

The Flood Dragon cried out in pain, tears streaming. The black smoke and poisonous gas from its mouth suddenly ceased, and instead, a large amount of blood gushed out.

It slammed its head against the Seven-Colored Crystal behind it, opening its mouth to frantically lick the viscous fluid flowing from the crystal.

As the Flood Dragon continuously swallowed large amounts of the viscous fluid, its massive abdominal wound visibly writhed. Flesh and blood rapidly regenerated. In just a single breath, the large wound was covered by a thin, bloody membrane, and no more blood flowed out.

The giant figure swung its wolf-tooth great axe down, striking the Flood Dragon's forehead with a thump.

The Flood Dragon's newly healed head suffered a wound several meters long. Scales flew out, its skull cracked open, and a large amount of blood and brain matter spurted out again.

The Flood Dragon shrieked in pain, its body convulsing violently. Suddenly, at its vital spot, a dazzling dark blue-black light flared.

Its flesh seemed to become semi-transparent. A dark blue-black flame burned fiercely within its body, visible through its thick scales and flesh, rapidly expanding and contracting.

A low, deep, and terrifyingly penetrating long cry echoed from within the Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of viscous, dark blue-black flame. Wounded severely, it disregarded its depleted energy and unleashed its ultimate technique.

The five Stone Giants, working together, unleashed a devastating attack. The giant figure had just retracted its arm when the five Stone Giants heavily landed on the ground. The moment they landed, the dark blue-black flame descended upon them.

The earthy yellow mist on the Stone Giants' bodies was instantly incinerated by the flames. Their metal armor turned red in the blink of an eye and then melted into molten iron.

A piercing scream was heard. The five Stone Giants were burned, their flesh and skin torn apart. They rolled on the ground, engulfed in flames.

The wetland was about three feet deep. The Stone Giants, over ten meters tall, rolled and thrashed in the mud. The dark blue-black flames clung to their flesh, and the water on the ground was powerless to extinguish them.

Steam rose, and the evaporated water vapor only fueled the flames' ferocity, burning the five Stone Giants into a charred mess. Wisps of flame even burrowed deeper into their bones.

In just a few breaths, the five astonishingly powerful Stone Giants stiffened and collapsed onto the ground.

Their flesh and blood were completely burned away, and their skeletons were shriveled and withered. What were once Stone Giants over ten meters tall were reduced to mere skeletons five to six meters long.

Wu Tie's jaw dropped in shock, speechless for a long time.

This was the true strength of a Flood Dragon. The black smoke and poisonous gas were merely minor tricks it used to hunt prey; they were not its trump cards for a life-or-death battle.

The five Stone Giants that had formed the earthy yellow mountain, steadfastly protecting their companions behind them, let out mournful cries.

The Mist Blades had a large number of elite assassins, countless servant warriors, and slaves. But despite their power, they had only managed to nurture a small tribe of Stone Giants.

The entire Stone Giant tribe had only ten adult warriors.

Half of them were lost in an instant.

They were brothers, bone of bone and flesh of flesh. The death of their kin caused these simple, honest Stone Giants to roar and wail, tears streaming down their faces.

Despite their hearts aching with grief, the five Stone Giants remained rooted to the spot.

Their auras connected, they surged with Earth Vein Power, continuing to form the earthy yellow mountain to protect the main Mist Blades force behind them.

The dark blue-black flames swept forward, crashing into the small mountain.

The earthy yellow light forming the small mountain fluctuated violently. Large amounts of earthy yellow mist evaporated and disappeared, but more earthy yellow mist continuously surged from underground, replenishing the small mountain.

The Flood Dragon shrieked. The dark blue-black flames near its vital spot grew brighter, and the flames it spewed became even more intense, covering an area of several hundred meters.

The small earthy yellow mountain dissolved bit by bit, gradually being refined by the flames.

Sweat poured from the five Stone Giants, flowing like streams from the gaps in their armor.

A group of Ox Tribe warriors nervously re-strung their bows. Then, with two loud thumps, two specially made arrows were shot out, precisely striking the coiled body of the Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon's body twitched, and then the arrows exploded again.

Massive scales shattered, flames soared into the sky, and mud was thrown dozens of meters high. A two-meter-long gaping wound was blasted open in the Flood Dragon's body again, spewing out a large amount of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The flames in the Flood Dragon's mouth suddenly vanished. Tears flowing, it turned its head, opened its mouth, and took more than half of the crystal into its mouth, sucking greedily.

A large amount of viscous fluid gushed from the crystal, and the Flood Dragon's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within two breaths, all its injuries were completely healed. The two short dragon horns on its forehead also rapidly grew back.

The two dragon horns returned to over three meters in length, their spiral patterns even clearer than the two horns Wu Tie had devoured.

With two 'cracking' sounds, after devouring a large amount of the fluid seeping from the crystal in a very short time, the Flood Dragon's abdomen actually bulged with four enormous fleshy tumors. Before the Mist Blades could react, the four tumors suddenly burst open, and four thick, powerful legs with sharp claws grew out.

With horns and feet, this Flood Dragon had clearly taken another huge leap forward on its evolutionary path.

"Oh, this guy..." Old Tie exclaimed softly, "He's really risking it all... It was smart before, knowing the fluid inside this crystal wasn't good, so it sucked the dripping fluid little by little over the years..."

"But now, consuming a massive amount of the crystal's fluid in such a short time... this guy..."

Wu Tie saw that the Flood Dragon's originally golden eyes had turned a hazy, seven-colored hue, just like the Seven-Colored Crystal.

Its eyes no longer held their original ferocity and evil. Instead, they had become a more indifferent, colder, and utterly devoid of any biological emotional fluctuations... a deathly stillness...

The original Flood Dragon was a living being, and naturally had emotional fluctuations.

But this current Flood Dragon, all its emotional fluctuations had vanished. It seemed to be rapidly transforming into another terrifying 'aberration'.

Even more astonishing, its scales, as black as cast iron, now had a lustrous sheen, as if cast from crystal.

Large groups of Lizardmen archers rushed out from the fern forest, and a dense rain of arrows whistled down from the sky.

The arrows fell densely upon the Flood Dragon, then exploded violently.

The power of each exploding arrow was comparable to the Mountain Splitting Thunder used by the Wu Family miners for excavation.

The power of a single Mountain Splitting Thunder was not great, but hundreds or thousands of Mountain Splitting Thunders detonated successively on the Flood Dragon. Countless fireballs engulfed the entire body of the Flood Dragon, causing it to let out a pained roar.

Despite its scales seeming to have become more robust, under such a violent bombardment, the Flood Dragon's scales were still blasted to smithereens, large swathes of flesh and blood were torn apart, and blood dyed the surrounding few acres of wetland red.

The Flood Dragon couldn't bear the pain anymore. It suddenly opened its mouth, dropped the strange crystal, landed awkwardly on its four newly formed legs, and twisted its massive body to charge at the Mist Blades army.

As it charged, it opened its mouth, and completely black flames erupted from it.

With a 'hiss', as if a red-hot iron rod plunged into a pile of snow, the yellowish-brown mountain peaks maintained by five Stone Giants were burned through, creating a large hole dozens of meters in diameter. The five Stone Giants, without even a grunt, were vaporized by the black flames.

The yellowish-brown mountain peaks disintegrated, and with a loud bang, a large cloud of yellowish-brown mist exploded. The nearby Mist Blades were blown away by the shockwave. Some were directly blown to pieces, while many fell to the ground in the distance, vomiting blood and unable to get up for a while.

A troop of brave Ox Tribe warriors roared 'moo' and charged forward, swinging their heavy weapons and smashing wildly at the Flood Dragon's body.

Heavy blows landed on the Flood Dragon's shattered scales. These Ox Tribe warriors had bloodshot eyes, as if drunk, fearless of death, and their brute strength had increased significantly.

The Flood Dragon staggered from the blows. Enraged, it let out a roar and turned, spewing out a stream of black flame.

Nearly a hundred Ox Tribe warriors were engulfed by the black flames. They simultaneously let out horrific screams, turning into human-shaped torches standing on the spot, burning fiercely, and reduced to ashes within a few breaths.

The Flood Dragon panted laboriously, spitting out large amounts of flames and black smoke from its mouth.

Having just completed its evolution, its internal energy was greatly depleted. After spitting flames for a while, it felt a wave of exhaustion, its entire body seeming to have been drained.

Countless Lizardmen warriors around continued to shoot arrows, and arrows kept exploding on its body, shattering its scales and blasting its flesh.

The power of these arrows couldn't truly heavily injure it, but the continuous barrage of arrows kept adding to its injuries, worsening its wounds and further depleting its stamina.

More Wolf Tribe warriors howled as they arrived. They charged in groups of three to five, constantly throwing poisoned throwing knives.

Large sections of its scales shattered, revealing bloody wounds.

These throwing knives deeply embedded themselves into its damaged flesh. The specially formulated poison of the Mist Blades accumulated within its body, and waves of weakness and numbness continuously attacked. The Flood Dragon swayed, its four legs barely able to move.

It thrashed wildly, spewing flames indiscriminately in all directions.

However, neither the Lizardmen nor the Wolf Tribe warriors, these Mist Blades adept at coordination, dared to approach it further.

Arrows continued to fall, and throwing knives kept embedding themselves in its body.

The Flood Dragon's massive body had now become its greatest weakness; it was far too easy to hit.

A quarter of an hour later, the Flood Dragon swayed, wanting to rush back to the crystal to replenish itself with more of the seeping fluid.

A figure suddenly appeared out of thin air above the Flood Dragon's head, precisely between its two horns. The Mist Blades Grand Commander trailed a long afterimage, and a pitch-black straight saber appeared in his right hand. He swung it down silently.

A cold glint flashed, and the straight saber plunged into the Flood Dragon's skull, reaching deep into its brain.

A terrifying chill surged from the straight saber, instantly freezing the Flood Dragon's entire brain into a block of ice.

The light in the Flood Dragon's seven-colored eyes suddenly froze. Its massive body staggered forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

The ground trembled slightly. The Flood Dragon fell to the ground without even a dying cry.

The Mist Blades Grand Commander lightly pulled out his straight saber and looked towards Wu Tie and Old Tie, who were hidden in the fern forest.

"What, you want to snatch something from me?"