The Iron Armored Dragon at the Peak of the Lord Realm

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled gently over the vast stadium, gilding every inch of the ground with a faint golden radiance. Inside the stadium, a massive Iron Armored Dragon lay quietly in the center; its thick iron armor shimmered with a cold, mysterious luster under the sunset, resembling a suit of armor left behind from an ancient battlefield, appearing both heroic and powerful.

Liu Yun had already quietly lurked back to the front of the stadium. Before him stood several Fishmen; though their appearances were strange and even somewhat frightening, they followed Liu Yun with unusual docility, their eyes gleaming with intelligence and loyalty. Their skin shimmered with deep blue or dark green hues under the sunset, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding environment and adding a touch of mystery.

Next were the Black Panther and the White Tiger. These two beasts were exceptionally large, nearly on par with the Iron Armored Dragon, and they possessed the strength of early-stage Lords, their muscle lines fluid and full of power. The Black Panther's fur was as black as the deep night, while the White Tiger was as pure as the snow on a mountain peak; both radiated a heart-stopping majesty, yet at this moment, they stood silently, filled with absolute obedience toward Liu Yun.

"Hmph, this Iron Armored Dragon must be kept alive. Its teeth are extremely precious to me; I must use them sustainably!"

He looked at the Iron Armored Dragon before him, his heart surging with excitement. He feared that he might not be its match, but he still had to attempt to fully master this Iron Armored Dragon and tame it into a battle pet.

The base's upgrade required a constant supply of Iron Armored Dragon teeth; once the Iron Armored Dragon was tamed, Liu Yun would not lack upgrade materials for a short time.

Therefore, he had prepared a large number of tamed monsters to consume the Iron Armored Dragon's guards. At the same time, he would enter the fray himself. The Iron Armored Dragon's iron armor had an incredibly perverted defensive capability, making it very difficult to control.

At the very least, Yang Xiaolong, Blacka, and the others all felt this was an impossible mission and none were willing to come. Liu Yun had used his Machine Race Clone to suppress his own strength significantly.

There was no need to group up for a suicide mission. Since these people ultimately refused to trust Liu Yun, he was glad to be spared the trouble of looking after these women and came alone.

At this moment, in the center of the stadium, the Iron Armored Dragon was suddenly overcome with fear and unease.

"Roar~"

The massive creature slowly rose, its pair of pupils flickering with a fiery red light that was heart-stopping.

It stood about five meters tall, while its body length extended an astonishing ten-plus meters; especially that tail, which was also a staggering ten-plus meters long! Its entire physique appeared exceptionally long and narrow, and in the center of its forehead stood a curved black horn, adding a sense of mystery and majesty.

For a while now, it had felt that something was strange, though it couldn't put its finger on it, as if many enemies had been lurking all around. Yet, no matter how it looked, it could never find any enemies.

Before the towering gate of the stadium, over a hundred massive monsters had gathered. Every one of them was at the Beast General level, forming the backbone of this terrifying beast horde and making one tremble at the sight.

At the very front of this massive horde, two giant beasts resembling incarnations of fire were particularly eye-catching. Their entire bodies were covered in fiery red scales, pure in color without a hint of impurity, radiating a scorching aura. Most terrifyingly, on the massive heads of these two beasts stood three incredibly sharp, highly curved horns pointing forward, like the sharpest of blades, causing anyone who looked at them to feel a chill and a racing heart.

These were its subordinates, and there were even two Lord-level Fire-Scaled Trident Pigs; these two pigs were equivalent to human War Gods.

With such a large group of powerful monsters as a barrier, the Iron Armored Dragon finally felt a bit at ease, but at this moment, roars suddenly echoed from outside the stadium.

Liu Yun had already declared the start of the battle. He held a controller in his hand that allowed him to peer into everything around the stadium; his own monsters were blue dots, and the enemy monsters were red dots. To Liu Yun, everything was like a game.

As Liu Yun's finger lightly touched the controller, a meticulously planned contest between technology and biological power quietly unfolded inside and outside the stadium. This was not just a battle, but a display of strategy and wisdom. Liu Yun seemed to have transformed into the master of this game, manipulating the monster legion implanted with high-tech chips to launch an unprecedented offensive against the Iron Armored Dragon and its subordinate horde.

In the sky, several modified Pterosaurs took flight. Their wings were broad and powerful, each flap generating strong air currents. Equipped with micro-thrusters and navigation systems, they dove toward the stadium like precision missiles under Liu Yun's exact command, targeting the Iron Armored Dragon and its surrounding guard Beast Generals. The sharp beaks of the Pterosaurs shimmered with cold light, carrying anesthetics or signal jammers, intending to weaken the Iron Armored Dragon's combat power amidst the chaos.

On the ground, Liu Yun dispatched various types of ground monsters. Some were adept at digging tunnels for sneak attacks, some were clad in heavy armor for frontal charges, and others specialized in long-range attacks, firing powerful energy blasts. The actions of these monsters were monitored in real-time by Liu Yun through the holographic screen on the controller; every movement was carefully calculated to ensure the maximum depletion of the Iron Armored Dragon's and its subordinates' stamina and will.

Led by the two Lord-level beasts, the Black Panther and the White Tiger, Liu Yun's monster legion displayed unprecedented combat power and synergy. They did not charge blindly but, following the tactics meticulously laid out by Liu Yun, used the Black Panther and the White Tiger as the vanguard to launch precise and lethal strikes against the Iron Armored Dragon and its guard horde.

"Hmph, everything is as simple as a game!"

Liu Yun sneered. As long as high technology was in hand, eliminating monsters was actually much like playing a game. Before the world encountered the catastrophe, everything had already been trending in this direction.

In the center of the controller's screen was a rapidly moving large red dot—that was the Iron Armored Dragon. Now that it finally understood where the enemies were, it was determined to cause a scene!

As the Iron Armored Dragon finally realized where the threat lay, it erupted with unprecedented rage and power; the entire stadium seemed to tremble with its roar. The Iron Armored Dragon's thick iron armor shone with an even more dazzling light under the sunset, as if every scale contained endless power and fury.

Facing the offensive Liu Yun had meticulously planned, the Iron Armored Dragon did not choose to flee or retreat but instead took the initiative to counterattack. Its massive body leaped forward like a collapsing mountain, instantly breaking through the defensive line of the surrounding guard Beast Generals and charging straight at Liu Yun's monster legion. The Iron Armored Dragon's tail acted like a giant steel whip, carving sharp arcs through the air; each swing was accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, sending any monster that tried to get close flying several meters away.

Seeing this, the Black Panther and the White Tiger flashed a look of gravity in their eyes, but they did not retreat; instead, their fighting spirit was further ignited. The Black Panther's figure flickered, turning into a black bolt of lightning as it circled to the side of the Iron Armored Dragon, attempting to find a weakness to attack. The White Tiger, utilizing its speed and power, met the Iron Armored Dragon's charge head-on, the two colliding in mid-air with dazzling sparks and a deafening roar.

However, all of this was ineffective. The Iron Armored Dragon was a peak Lord-level monster, and neither the Black Panther nor the White Tiger were its match; their attacks only brought a series of sparks, achieving no effect at all.

Although the Black Panther was extremely fast, it could not deal any damage under the Iron Armored Dragon's defense. After one mistake, the Black Panther's claws failed to accurately hit the Iron Armored Dragon's weak point and were instead struck hard by the Iron Armored Dragon's steel-like tail. With a shrill scream, the Black Panther's body was flung dozens of meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, blood splattering everywhere, its breath fading.

Seeing this, the White Tiger roared, its fur standing on end as it turned into a white bolt of lightning, lunging straight for the Iron Armored Dragon's neck. The White Tiger's fangs successfully touched the Iron Armored Dragon's neck, but only a crisp "crack" was heard; the White Tiger's fangs had actually snapped. In the throes of intense pain, the White Tiger's body trembled uncontrollably.

The Iron Armored Dragon seized the opportunity to counterattack. Its massive front claws swiped out like two sharp giant blades, instantly tearing open the White Tiger's chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the White Tiger's snow-white fur and the surrounding earth red. The White Tiger's eyes were filled with disbelief and despair; it let out one final mournful cry before collapsing powerlessly to the ground, its life force gradually extinguishing.

"Awoo!"

This dragon-type monster let out a roar to the heavens, reversing the tide of battle single-handedly. The two Lord-level Fire-Scaled Trident Pigs also arrived at the Iron Armored Dragon's side, seemingly intent on loyally guarding it.

Yet at this moment, Liu Yun smiled slightly. The White Tiger's desperate final strike had not been in vain; a deep wound had already been left on the Iron Armored Dragon's neck. Everything in his plan had succeeded.