Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon

There were two distinct bumps on its head, faintly showing signs of horns beginning to sprout. Once those two horns fully grew out, it would be able to break through to the Intermediate Lord Rank, and its strength would reach an even higher level.

Ordinary Grade 6 Battle Blades striking its body could only spark, as if they were merely scratching an itch.

Even the Grade 7 spear held by the captain, a Primary War God, could only crack one or two scales with a full-force strike; the defensive power of this Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon was truly astonishing.

Furthermore, the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon was massive, yet incredibly agile, and its attacks were exceptionally ferocious. Its terrifying, gaping maw was lined with rows of long teeth; one bite would mean death or severe injury.

Its tail swept out like a steel whip, and anyone struck by it would undoubtedly be gravely wounded.

"Lao Wan, what did the family say? How much longer until we can get a War God level powerhouse nearby to save us?"

The captain asked urgently while desperately fending off the attacks of the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon.

Not far away, a team member whose lower leg had been completely severed lay on the ground, drenched in blood. He was enduring excruciating pain while using a communication device to contact the family, his voice laced with anxiety.

"The family says the closest War God to us will take about 20 minutes to arrive. We have to hold on for 20 minutes!"

The team member on the ground shouted at the top of his lungs, as if trying to bolster his own spirit and that of his teammates.

Damn it, that Silver Moon Fierce Wolf from before was too cunning. It actually lured us to the den of this Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon, using a 'drive the tiger to devour the wolf' tactic, and then it even escaped.

If I ever run into it again, I will surely tear it to pieces to avenge Lao Wan.

The captain thought viciously to himself.

They had originally assumed that with their squad's strength, ambushing an Advanced War General Rank Silver Moon Fierce Wolf would be a simple task, a sure thing.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the Silver Moon Fierce Wolf had unleashed some sort of bizarre "secret technique," instantly erupting with astonishing speed and becoming significantly faster.

Not only that, it had led them right to the nest of this Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon, causing the squad to fall into a desperate situation where they were hunted by the beast, and one of their brothers had even had his lower leg bitten off during the pursuit.

With no other choice, the group had fled desperately to this 25th floor. They had hoped to temporarily escape the danger, but they hadn't expected this Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon to be so persistent; despite its size, it had followed them up the narrow stairwell, trapping them in their current life-or-death crisis.

At this moment on the rooftop, besides this War God squad, there were five other people in a corner not far away.

They watched the War God level battle, but could only stand in the corner, having no qualifications to join the fight.

They felt that the building might collapse at any moment under the intense clash between the monster and the group of powerful Martial Artists.

These two groups were clearly not together.

Of the four fighting the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon, one was a Primary War God and three were Advanced War Generals; the one lying on the ground was also an Advanced War General. This was undoubtedly a powerful "War God level squad."

As for the five hiding in the corner, the strongest was only an Intermediate War General, and the weakest was merely an Advanced Warrior. In this battle, they appeared so small and helpless.

"Hey, brothers, can you come over and help bandage him?"

The Advanced War General who had finished his call on the ground suddenly asked the few people in the corner for help.

The group exchanged glances, a flicker of hesitation in their eyes, but they quickly reached a consensus and hurried over.

Because they understood in their hearts that if these powerful Martial Artists failed, they would be doomed as well; it was a case of "all prosper or all perish together."

Moreover, once the reinforcements called by these people arrived, if they hadn't helped, they would surely face ruthless retaliation.

After all, this was the wilderness, filled with hidden dangers, where there were no rules or laws—only the law of the jungle where the strong reigned supreme.

Just as the few were running over to help with the bandages, an accident suddenly occurred.

"Ah~~~" A scream pierced the sky.

The Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon suddenly accelerated its attack rhythm during the fight. An Advanced War General Martial Artist couldn't dodge in time and was unfortunately struck hard by the dragon's tail, flying like a cannonball, smashing through the glass, and soaring out of the building.

Even as an Advanced War General, being hit by such a ferocious tail and falling from a 25-story building meant there was likely no hope of survival.

"Lao Jiang!"

"Lao Jiang!"

The remaining team members saw this scene and their eyes instantly split with rage, filled with anger and grief.

They were clearly very close teammates. In this cruel wilderness, members of a Martial Artist squad often shared deep bonds, as they had to be able to trust their backs to their teammates and rely on each other to survive in such a perilous environment.

If they weren't close, they wouldn't be able to form a squad in the first place.

"Die!"

The captain's eyes turned bloodshot instantly, like an enraged lion, and his spear thrust out like a dragon emerging from the sea, stabbing desperately at the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon regardless of the consequences.

The others also used all their strength to pin down the monster, trying to create an opening for their captain.

However, sometimes, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by "anger" alone.

In this life-or-death moment, one needs to remain calm and rational.

But at this moment, the captain had been blinded by rage.

"Puchi~~"

"Bang!"

The next moment, the sound of a weapon piercing flesh and a violent impact rang out almost simultaneously.

The captain's vicious strike, fueled by immense power and a desperate spirit, did indeed break through the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon's defense, successfully leaving a massive wound on its body.

However, his reckless fighting style allowed the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon to seize an opportunity, its massive tail swinging toward the captain like a thick iron rod.

"Pfft~~"

The captain spat out a large mouthful of blood, but fortunately, while being struck in mid-air, he had relied on his extensive combat experience to quickly adjust his angle, preventing him from being slammed off the building by the dragon's tail.

However, his long spear was knocked from his hand, and he crashed heavily into the ground, smashing through the concrete floors of the 25th, 24th, and 23rd levels before landing on the 22nd, his entire body suffering multiple fractures from the immense impact, leaving him unable to stand.

"Captain!"

"Captain He!"

The other two team members were filled with anxious concern upon seeing this, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

In the next instant, the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon lunged forward with its head and whipped its massive tail once more.

"Snap~~"

"Bang!"

Distracted for a split second and completely devoid of any will to fight, the two Advanced War Generals had no chance to resist; one was bitten to death in a single gulp, while the other was swatted away.

Although it bore a massive wound, it meant nothing to a creature of the Red Flame Scaled Flood Dragon's size.

Without a War God level Martial Artist to fully restrain it, Advanced War Generals were as fragile as ants, possessing almost no power to resist a Lord Rank monster.