Dragon

"Hoo..."

Huo Ling awakened from deep meditation. With the help of potential points this time, he found his meditation incomparably smooth.

The mana that had once been difficult to capture now seemed like docile lambs, caught by his spiritual power and stuffed into his body.

Unfortunately, he had too few potential points.

The speed of this meditation was worlds apart from meditating on his own.

After sorting out his thoughts, Huo Ling summoned his status panel to check the gains from this meditation.

Name: Huo Ling
Spiritual Power: 2.6/2.6
Mana: 26/26
Skills: Dark Breath Meditation Method Zero-Rank Spells: White Bone Fangs, Ashen Mist, Touch of Fatigue
Potential Points: 0

His potential points had been exhausted, but the effects they brought were gratifying.

His spiritual power had increased by 0.5, and his mana had risen by 5 points as well.

This was a massive enhancement. It had directly raised Huo Ling's combat strength as a spellcaster by a quarter.

Seeing his attributes, Huo Ling could no longer suppress the corners of his mouth. He split into a broad grin and laughed soundlessly.

This was far faster than painstakingly meditating to accumulate mana himself.

Estimating the time, this meditation had probably taken only around two hours, yet it had produced such obvious results.

The night before, he had meditated all night without increasing either mana or spiritual power. That was the difference.

Of course, his previous meditation had not been useless. Perhaps the gains had been too small to show up on the status panel yet.

Should I kill some walking corpses again tomorrow? They have no real power to resist during the day anyway. Killing them is like slaughtering chickens.

A blazing fire of greed burned in Huo Ling's heart. He had already begun planning how to increase his potential points next.

Late at night, Huo Ling did not waste time. Instead, he entered a state of shallow meditation. A little mana saved was still mana, and meditation could replace sleep anyway.

"Roar!~"

A furious roar like rolling thunder resounded across the distant sky, jolting Huo Ling awake from meditation.

Interrupted mid-meditation, Huo Ling suffered a backlash of mana. His entire body ached and swelled, while his heart pounded like a war drum.

But he had no time to worry about his body. That tremendous roar had frightened him. He hurried to the window, wanting to see what creature had made the sound.

In the pitch-black night sky, only the moon provided a faint light. With that weak illumination, Huo Ling finally saw the creature that had roared.

A dragon! A gigantic dragon flying through the sky!

Huo Ling could not help swallowing nervously. This was a terrifying creature of the Spirit Realm.

Dragons were immensely powerful. Most dragons possessed Sanctuary-level combat strength once they reached adulthood, and even some weaker dragon breeds had Gold-tier combat strength.

Not only did they possess powerful physiques, thick scales, and sharp claws and fangs, every dragon also had the ability to cast spells.

This was thanks to the draconic inheritance within their bloodlines. As dragons grew, spell inheritances would emerge within them.

Sometimes, these dragons only needed to sleep once to master those powerful spells.

Naturally, such powerful creatures were treasures from head to toe, their entire bodies made of high-grade magical materials.

Dragon scales could be used to craft armor and other defensive equipment. Dragonhide was excellent raw material for mage robes and could also serve as a base for high-grade scrolls.

Dragon blood was superb spell ink, an excellent choice for inscribing spell scrolls.

Dragon meat was what combat professionals loved most. Eating it could strengthen their physiques.

Even their bones were exceptional materials for crafting weapons and staves.

If one had a dragon corpse, not even the slightest bit of it would go to waste.

Even dragon saliva and dragon dung would not be wasted. They could be used to fertilize magical plants, and their nutritional value was incredibly high—far more potent than Golden Fertilizer.

The dragon currently circling and roaring in the sky had no idea that, in a residential complex not far away, a weak human had thought of so much in such a short time.

Using the moonlight, Huo Ling examined the dragon. They were probably several kilometers apart.

Fortunately, he was on a high floor, the dragon was flying in the sky, and its scales glimmered with a faint red light in the night. Only then was Huo Ling able to catch a glimpse of the dragon's appearance.

It looked as though this dragon was fighting something. It roared in fury.

It beat its wings and circled through the air, occasionally diving down while spewing dragon breath from its mouth.

Unfortunately, it was too far away. Huo Ling could not see clearly and had no idea what kind of dragon it was.

However, judging by the nearby buildings for comparison, this dragon had probably not reached adulthood yet.

When it flew past one of the buildings, Huo Ling estimated that it was around six or seven meters long. It looked like an adolescent dragon or a young adult dragon.

But its strength was still not to be underestimated. Adolescent dragons generally possessed Silver-tier combat strength, while some young adult dragons had even reached Gold-tier combat strength.

It could be said that if Huo Ling fought this dragon, it could probably kill him with a single spit.

That also made Huo Ling curious. What was fighting this dragon? Could it be a large horde of corpses?

But walking corpses possessed nothing of value. Even those lucky enough to evolve and become powerful would not have any valuable treasures.

He stopped thinking about it and treated it like watching a blockbuster movie.

Huo Ling leaned against the window, watching the dragon circle and attack in the sky with great interest.

Even if this dragon was fighting another creature, the nearby walking corpses were probably beginning to gather toward the battlefield.

Such an enormous commotion could carry ten or twenty kilometers, and walking corpses had abnormally sensitive hearing.

Who knew how many walking corpses were already on their way? Thinking of this, Huo Ling could not help breaking into a cold sweat for whatever was fighting the dragon.

If walking corpses were fighting the dragon, that would be fine. There would be no problem.

But if it was some other creature, then it was in for a hard time. The dragon had wings; it could flap its butt and fly away whenever it wanted.

Yet whatever was fighting it appeared to be on the ground.

Once the horde of walking corpses gathered, they would definitely be in for a bitter brew.

The combat strength of walking corpses might not be high—indeed, ninety-nine percent of them were ordinary creatures without even Black Iron-tier combat strength.

But with enough of them, they could still possess considerable fighting power.