Do it myself?
Doing it himself had one advantage: once he killed the Baleful Armored Dragon, its back armor would be his.
Hadn't He Pingsheng gone to all this trouble to come here precisely to obtain the Baleful Armored Dragon's back armor?
But there were risks, too.
If he couldn't kill it quickly, the commotion of their battle would soon draw the others over.
After all, the whole of Zone A spanned only tens of thousands of li. A battle at this level couldn't be concealed even if he tried.
But if he told the others its location and had them come fight it together, the Baleful Armored Dragon's back armor would have to go to Lü Zhiyi.
Wouldn't getting it from Lü Zhiyi's hands add another layer of difficulty?
He Pingsheng took several deep breaths, surprisingly unable to make up his mind for a moment.
Just then, the enormous Baleful Armored Dragon seemed to notice He Pingsheng as well. It didn't flee, but instead flew straight toward him.
It covered the mere tens of thousands of zhang between them almost instantly.
Apparently, it regarded He Pingsheng as prey, too.
At this point, He Pingsheng no longer had a choice.
An immense oppressive force mingled with yin attribute energy rushed at his face. He Pingsheng rapidly retreated, waving a hand at the same time to take out his third grade divine artifact: the Heavenly Poison Mechanical Crossbow.
Whoosh...
He fired a bolt.
A jade-green streak of poisonous light shot out at unparalleled speed, striking the Baleful Armored Dragon with a soft thud.
He Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Whatever else happened, it had hit.
And this was a paralyzing poison, capable of rendering the creature immobile in an instant.
But then something happened that left He Pingsheng dumbfounded.
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