Pissed off at the dragon!

Chapter 106

The silver-white dragon landed on the edge of the cliff, habitually retracting its two claws under its belly, its wings tucked behind its back, and its right paw dangling slightly in the air to prevent its claws from touching the ground.

Shi An lowered her eyes, gazing thoughtfully at the spell before her.

Red lines were painted on the dark ground, shining eerily in a gray, poisonous fog.

It seems that this is the only way to regain strength quickly.

But ......

Would humans be so kind?

Shi An doesn't feel the same way.

He was lost in thought, and in doing so, he spat out dragon flames, which burned up a few of the abyssal species that scurried by from below.

Watching the demons being quickly burned to ashes, Shi An suddenly had a solution.

He flew off to catch a few demons and threw them into the center of the spell.

The moment the demon landed on the ground, the red light on the spell lit up.

The abyssal species let out a strange squeaking sound and then the skin of its bones swelled up, exploding like a balloon with too much air pressure inside.

It took Shi An a few tries to get the timing just right to burn them before they blew up.

Magic replenished much faster than earlier.

He fluttered his wings pleasantly, expressing great satisfaction at his resourcefulness.

However, the surrounding demons were quickly used up.

In theory, there would be a steady stream of abyssal species coming out of the abyssal rift, but perhaps due to the fact that there was an abyssal dragon guarding the outside, even though Shi An had done his best to restrain his aura, the number of demons coming out was still becoming less and less.

Shi An looked down at the formation for a few minutes, and finally decided to spread her wings and slowly landed next to the formation.

Judging from the magic power coming from the bodies of those burned magical creatures, the probability was that there was no major problem with this spell.

After all, Shi An is really in a bit of a hurry right now.

For ...... his treasure is still with mankind ah!

Not only what was in the crater and what the mercenaries had taken, but also all the money he'd worked so hard to recover since he'd awakened - all of it had been left behind with the humans!

Shi An couldn't help but feel a great deal of sadness at the thought.

Don't!

This kind of overnight bankruptcy thing ...... he can t experience a second time ah!

So, no matter what, he had to hurry up and go to the humans to get his treasure back!

Shi An stood next to the spell, bracing her body with her left paw before carefully stepping one right paw in.

--The reason why he left his left paw out was because he had a wound on his right paw and it hurt so much to step on the ground.

The spell array once again lit up with a blood-red glow.

The pure power of the Abyss surged into the body of the dragon, and light flowed from its silver-white scale armor, like moonlight shining in the dark night.

As time passed, a shallow layer of blood mist slowly awoke from the spell, rising a little and slowly climbing up the dragon's body.

The moon was stained with blood, and the air was filled with a strange and evil odor.

Shi An feels a little sleepy.

This half-asleep feeling left him feeling a little confused and bewildered, but it was hard to resist, like he was being pulled by a dark, slimy swamp, his mind spinning at a slower pace.

Blinded the golden-red eyes of the dragon.

The pupils were out of focus.

A bit of violent, bloodthirsty, unhinged, ghastly red light rose under his eyes.

The black mist wrapped around the huge body of the dragon was like a hurricane brewing and roaring.

It was at this moment that the half-dried wound in his right paw split open again in that boiling elemental storm.

A fiery drop of dragon's blood slowly oozed out of the wound, coalescing into a rounded droplet that snapped to the ground.

The blood fell low above one of the lines on the spell.

"Zip..."

In that instant, the rolling flames contained in the blood droplets steamed up, and the line that emitted an eerie red light snapped.

The light in the phalanx suddenly dimmed.

Shi An's eyes fluttered open and she snapped out of it.

He jerked his claws outward.

However, the blood mist in the spell had turned into what seemed like layers and layers of silk threads at this moment, tightly wrapping around the giant dragon's claws and not allowing him to move away.

The giant dragon's pupils narrowed into thin slits, and a hint of impatience flickered in its abyssal eyes.

The power of the Abyss rolled uneasily through his body, and a desperate desire to kill burned in his chest.

And anger.

Intense anger.

It's those little tricks again.

The silver-white dragon raised its head, and a dragon's roar filled with raging power rushed through its throat.

The earth trembles.

The demons of the abyssal species shivered under the powerful pressure released by the dragon and tried their best to crouch down and stay close to the ground to escape this suppression and fear deep in their bloodline.

Only the weak need manipulation.

The strong only need to destroy.

The dragon opened its mouth, and between the seams of its silver-white breastplate, golden-red firelight flowed, like some kind of elaborate and ancient pattern.

In the next second, the Dragon Flame, which had not restrained its power, erupted vigorously--

In the past, Shi An would subconsciously suppress the purity of his Dragon Flame no matter what kind of battle he faced.

But he was just too angry this time.

Forcibly awakened from his slumber by humans, he lost all his strength and his treasure.

Humans have not only stolen, used, and wasted his treasures, but they have also been trying to plot against, use, and manipulate him.

This time it even forced him to return to his true form.

He was going to be forced to leave before he even had a chance to make a collection of his favorite humans.

And there's no longer any way to continue enjoying human-made snack games and ice cream!

Pissed off dragon!

*

Not far away, Mu Hang seemed to sense something and turned his head in the direction of the abyss.

The blue eyes reflected the firelight.

Fiery flames swept through heaven and earth.

The dragon flames were interspersed with golden filaments, carrying the power of destroying the sky and the earth as they rushed and roared.

In front of that powerful and destructive force, the spell formation on the charred ground was instantly erased.

The flames were so violent that the rocks instantly melted into magma, all the moisture was vaporized, the air floated as if it was being churned and rippled, the poisonous mist dissipated, and half of the sky was dyed a hellish blood red.

Eye of the Abyss held on a little longer.

Its pupils clenched and warred, as if it could actually feel fear.

Five seconds later, spiderweb-like crevices spread out from its body before it was instantly turned into charcoal by the flames.

Like a nuclear /// bomb was dropped with the dragon at the center.

Several hectares in a circle were leveled to the ground, and even the abyssal rift itself was no exception.

The Abyssal Steeple was destroyed and all the Abyssal species were reduced to flying dust before they had time to escape.

The shockwave that seemed like a hurricane spread out in all directions, leaving not an inch of grass wherever it went.

After an unknown period of time, the flames died down, and the original light, which was almost capable of coloring the entire world red, slowly disappeared.

The air still fluctuates with the aftermath of the heat.

A huge piece of rubble was blasted from below in the charred ruins.

The silver-haired man braced the long sword in his hand and slowly stood up straight.

He had never been so wretched.

Bright red, half-clotted blood dripped down his forehead, gumming up his silver-white eyelashes, and he could only barely keep his eyes half-open.

The clothes on his body had been burned beyond recognition, and his flowing silver hair was tainted with ash and dust, the tips burned to an unsightly black by the flames.

Mu Hang looks around.

He hardly recognized where he was now.

The poisonous mist of the abyss completely dissipated, and even the steep, straight peaks that had existed in the first place were razed to the ground, leaving only charred ruins and rubble.

Overhead was a dull, dark, night-drenched sky.

In front of me was a dead wilderness, devoid of any breath of life, ten thousand years unawakened and ten thousand years will sleep.

But Mu Hang knew that the black-robed man was not dead.

If he was also a member of the Mu family, then he would also have the same resistance to dragon flames as him.

He hadn't been killed, and neither would the black-robed man.

But Mu Hang didn't go to him.

--because he had more pressing matters to attend to.

With the strength of his longsword, he trudged out of the rubble and debris.

Mu Hang felt a vague pain in his gut from the impact he had just made, two or three of his ribs might have been broken, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lip, which was quickly wiped away again.

But that hasn't slowed down Mu Hang.

He took one step in the direction from which the magic fluctuation came.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and fire, with a black dome overhead and a spreading wilderness beneath his feet.

I don't know how long it's been.

At last, Mu Hang has come to the heart of the matter.

It's never too much to say that this place was hit by an asteroid.

Starting from a clear circular edge, the ground began to sink downwards, presenting him with a deep pit that was tens of meters deep and hundreds of meters in circumference; here, unlike the outer edge, there was no semblance of rubble or ruins within the deep pit, only deep burn marks on the ground.

Everything is black.

Only in the center of the deep pit lay a slim sliver of white.

Clean, white, and naked///.

Mu Hang stood at the edge of the deep pit, a pair of icy cold eyes hidden under the half-dried blood stains, extremely indifferent, extremely cruel, and looked in the able direction.

The sword illuminated by magic power in his palm disappeared.

The man pressed his gloved palm, slowly and indifferently, on top of the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

In that instant, the longsword seemed as if it had sensed something as well.

Sword Qi Long Chant.

*

Shi An was awakened by the sunlight falling on her face.

So bright.

The harsh light fell on his eyelids, turning the thin lids pink.

He frowned and rolled over, burying his head a little deeper.

Something seemed to be heard in his ears.

Distant and vague.

Shi An took two seconds to think, but couldn't come up with anything.

But being woken up is being woken up, and there's no way to go back to sleep no matter how much one tries to continue.

Shi An stretched lazily.

It always feels ...... like I've had a long, long sleep.

There were many, many images in the dream, but they were all blurry, like blocks of color that had been broken up and mixed together.

Fine lashes fluttered, and the teenager slowly opened his eyes.

But speaking of which ...... where is this place?

I don't know if it was because he had been dreaming for too long, but everything in front of him looked as if it was unfamiliar.

The clean sunlight outside the window spilled down, fine golden light spots fell on the snow-white bed, the air was filled with the smell of good soap, everything was so peaceful and tranquil.

Where is he?

Shi An blinks in some confusion and rises from the bed.

The bones all over his body seemed to click, like rusty hubs that hadn't moved in a long time, creaking as they moved.

The covers slipped off his body, revealing white, slender shoulders and neck, collarbone and chest, the texture of the delicate fabric rubbing against them tickling, making Shi An feel a little strange.

He ...... has no clothes on?

That strange voice from earlier sounded again.

The clinking seemed to come from under the covers.

Shi An: "......"

He blinked in bewilderment as thoughts seemed to fly through his mind, but when he caught them again, he couldn't find anything.

So he reached down and lifted the covers off of himself.

The teenager's legs were slim and slender, beautifully contoured, with a light powdery glow at the joints, giving them a jade-like, soft texture in the sunlight.

Small ankles and delicate bones.

And on his ankles, a silver metal shackle, which seemed to be engraved with some kind of intricate writing, the chain extended from his ankles to the head of the bed, where it was cuffed in a deadly manner, making a clanking metallic clash as he moved, which was extraordinarily clear and abrupt in the quiet chamber.

"........................... ..."

Shi An was dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the shackles on his feet, a messy storm whirring through his mind.

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