Lin Feng's body shook and he knelt on one knee.
Nosebleeds ran all over his face, and his collar was completely soaked.
His mind Sea of Consciousness was like a pond being drained at this moment, and there was severe pain in every inch.
Forcibly activating Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts, using sixth-grade telekinesis to burst out the output intensity of seventh-grade, coupled with a will confrontation with a Martial Emperor-level Exotic Beast.
This kind of consumption almost cost him half his life.
But he held on.
He won.
In front of him, the Ancient Nether Flood Dragon, which was as huge as a mountain, fell silent.
The mad struggle stopped.
In its huge dark purple vertical pupils, the bloody vortex representing killing and Destruction slowly stopped rotating.
Instead, there was an almost docile calm.
It lowered its proud head.
The majestic dragon horns almost touch the ground.
This is surrender.
From the depths of the soul, absolute surrender to the new master.
Immediately afterwards.
Under the watchful eyes of Lin Feng, an incredible scene happened.
"Crack! Crack!"
A dense sound of bone cracking came from Nether Flood Dragon's body.
Its huge body, which was over a hundred meters long, began to slowly shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The dark purple scales covering the whole body were rearranged and shrunk piece by piece, and the distance between them became smaller and smaller.
100 meters.
Fifty meters.
Thirty meters.
Ten meters.
This is the instinctive reaction of high-level Exotic Beast to adjust its body shape to suit the needs of its master after the contract.
Ultimately, Nether Flood Dragon is small in size, similar to a domestic cat.
Compared with the oppressive feeling that covered the sky and the sun before, they were completely different people.
It lay quietly in front of Lin Feng, its head gently rubbed against the ground, and its pair of vertical pupils looked at him quietly, as if waiting for the next instruction from its master.
Lin Feng supported Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear and stood up unsteadily.
He walked up to Nether Flood Dragon, raised his hand stained with his own blood, and gently placed it on Nether Flood Dragon's head.
The wound at the base of the corner that was opened by "World-Extinguishing Strike" has stopped bleeding thanks to the power of the contract, and the new granulation is healing at an astonishing speed.
The cold touch of scales came from the palm of my hand.
Lin Feng finally had a smile on his face.
[Ding!]
[Ancient Nether Flood Dragon attribute panel generated!]
[Exotic Beast Name: Ancient Nether Flood Dragon]
[Level: Martial Emperor four stages]
[Status: Extremely weak (repaying contract), seriously injured (core damaged), sequelae of sealing (all attributes are temporarily suppressed by 80%)]
[Current comprehensive combat strength assessment: Martial Saint is perfect]
[Estimated time for full recovery: thirty-one days]
Lin Feng glanced at the panel.
One month.
It only takes a little more than a month for him to have a Martial Emperor-level war beast that is truly in its prime!
By then, the entire Dragon Kingdom pattern will have changed.
He took back his hand and patted Nether Flood Dragon's neck.
"Come on, it's time for us to go out."
Nether Flood Dragon let out a low dragon roar, stood up, and followed Lin Feng step by step.
When Lin Feng walked out of that dark passage.
Outside the entrance of the Secret Realm, Elder Zhou stands with his hands up and down.
Behind him, more than twenty members of the "Griffin" special forces have formed the most standard battle formation.
Everyone's aura was adjusted to its peak, the weapons in their hands exuded a cold light, and their eyes were as sharp as eagles, staring at the hole.
The order they received was to wait here.
Wait for the signal from Lin Feng, or... wait for the out-of-control Martial Emperor-level Exotic Beast to rush out.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Even the wind in the wilderness seemed to have frozen.
Elder Zhou's face was extremely solemn.
He had already prepared for the worst.
If Lin Feng fails, he will personally take action and seal the Nether Flood Dragon again at all costs, or... kill him on the spot at all costs!
Just then.
A figure slowly walked out of the dark cave.
It's Lin Feng.
His combat uniform was in tatters, his face and body were stained with dried blood, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his steps were even a little sloppy.
It looked like it had gone through a brutal battle.
Elder Zhou's heart suddenly lifted.
"Did you fail..."
The "Griffin" team members behind him clenched their weapons almost at the same time, and the muscles in their whole bodies tensed instantly.
Elder Zhou took a step forward and was about to ask.
His movements froze.
At that moment, the pupils shrank to the extreme.
He saw.
Behind Lin Feng, a second figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
It was a head, and its dark purple scales reflected a cold luster in the dim light of the cave entrance.
A pair of vertical pupils calmly scanned everyone present.
A terrifying coercion originating from the deepest part of the bloodline and overriding all living things, like an invisible tide, instantly swept through the entire Secret Realm entrance.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Behind Elder Zhou, more than half of the group of "Griffin" special forces who had experienced hundreds of battles and had iron wills. Under this pressure, their legs weakened and they knelt down on one knee uncontrollably!
Their weapons hit the ground with a clanging sound.
Everyone's face was filled with extreme shock and disbelief!
They feel like their souls are shaking!
That is the most primitive instinctive fear of lower beings when facing higher beings!
Elder Zhou's body was also trembling slightly.
His eyes, which had seen countless storms and waves, were as wide as bells at this moment.
He stared intently at the dark purple dragon that walked out of the cave intact, and then looked at the pale young man in front of it.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down violently.
There was a hint of tremor in his voice that he had not even noticed.
"You..."
"You... really conquered it?"
Lin Feng has no answer.
He just stretched out his hand and patted the neck of Nether Flood Dragon who exuded Martial Emperor pressure.
Movements are random.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the completely petrified Elder Zhou and the group of elite soldiers kneeling on the ground.
His voice was very soft, but it shocked the hearts of everyone present.
"Later."
"This is the card of the Dragon Kingdom."