The others in the tree looked over too. Yu Xiaogang studied the mouth lined with deformed teeth and cleared his throat.
"It's called a Terror Dragon, a strength-type Soul Beast. It's savage by nature. When it isn't sleeping, it's fighting—bloody fights. Its most distinctive feature is the deformed teeth that grow through its lips."
"Those teeth are also the source of its pain. The slightest movement makes its whole mouth feel as if it's being torn apart. Pain breeds rage, and rage breeds pain."
"Without end."
None of them had ever heard of such a strange Soul Beast. They drew sharp breaths.
Ma Hongjun couldn't help asking:
"Then how do they reproduce?"
That was a major life event... No, wait, a major beast-life event.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "I don't know."
"What humans know about Soul Beasts is shallow. There's too much we don't know."
A Terror Dragon could cover ten meters in a single stride.
As they spoke, it thundered away and vanished from sight. Only the giant trees it struck, snapping and toppling, marked its path.
Wait. A strength-type Soul Beast...
Ma Hongjun suddenly realized that the lightning he'd seen earlier hadn't come from it.
Was it a lightning-type Soul Beast, or a lightning-type Soul Master?
A blue-violet figure darted through the wreckage the Terror Dragon had left behind.
The sight of him made everyone draw another sharp breath.
What... what...
What was that?!
The blue-violet figure was a man of about twenty. Lightning snakes coiled around him. His head was bald, without even eyebrows, giving him a bizarre appearance.
Most striking of all, blue-violet scales covered his right arm, which was more than twice the size of his left and resembled a dragon's claw.
Ma Hongjun and Tang San had no idea what they were seeing.