The unnamed Blue Dragon flew through the air, desperately beating her wings to whip up countless clouds of sand and dust and send them rushing into the Green Forest, seemingly hoping to affect the Water Mist.
But the Mythal could not be affected by an attack of that level.
Hill sighed boredly. For him, Blue Dragons were actually the easiest to deal with.
Yet the Blue Dragon who heard that sigh felt nothing at all. She merely flew back up high, then circled down again. The downward currents created a storm of dust and debris that blotted out the sky.
This sandstorm formed through the power of nature was indeed formidable. In that instant, the sky seemed to turn into a black curtain.
Yet Hill merely watched listlessly as the Blue Dragon suddenly changed direction with agility amid the dust. He folded his wings, sharply turned through an arc of one hundred and eighty degrees, and attacked Hill from behind as he hid behind a large tree.
As Hill leaped up in a flash, he still gave this clever, cunning Ancient Blue Dragon a mental thumbs-up.
This really did not seem like a tactic such a massive creature could use.
Then, as he came down, he flexibly twisted his knee and pinned down the Blue Dragon's neck.
His right fist shot toward the back of his head.
As Hill punched the Blue Dragon unconscious, a line suddenly flashed through his mind: In ancient times, Wu Song fought tigers; today, Hill smacked dragons.
This dragon's various tactics had actually been quite good, but her intelligence had been slightly wrong. No matter how great the sandstorm was, it was no different from broad daylight to Hill.
After carefully picking a spot where he would not get sprayed with dragon blood again, Hill