Huan'an God General

Huang Long landed on the ground. Thick blood flowed over his body as if it were alive.

It wasn't his blood. The wounds that belonged to him were the dark, ragged gashes covering his entire body, even his bones stamped with them like steel seals. Though the wounds were fresh, not a trace of blood came from them. Instead, waves of phantom pain that even the Three-Pointed Pagoda couldn't resist assailed his soul.

"Haah..."

Huang Long collapsed limply onto the ground, still staring at the floating islands and gigantic rocks overhead. At last, a little joy rose within him, easing the pain.

In just a few dozen seconds, he had faced countless dangers. Some opponents had driven him to the brink with a single attack from afar; others had fought him for a long time, and he'd won only by a hair's breadth after an agonizing struggle.

That victory had marked the boundary between life and death.

What pleased him most was that he'd defeated the enemy who'd left him with wounds that still wouldn't heal or stop bleeding. Even now, the perilous scene kept replaying in his mind.

Every time someone was selected on the Dragon Pointing Platform, all the participants could sense it.

Huang Long had been selected just once. That meant only one of those mighty experts who towered above the rest and roamed the universe had believed in him and chosen him. His opponent, by contrast, had received bets from four people!

Even though he'd been the 2,938th Yinmian Dragon to emerge from the ground, that was still a stunning reversal of his own making—a dark-horse miracle. The blood on his body still radiated a frigid chill, and though no one had expected much from him, he'd fought with fierce determination.

On the floating island,