How could this madman’s jet-black hair have suddenly turned crimson? And his fiery battle aura had instantly become chillingly sinister! Was this some kind of secret art?
Nielos shook his head, unable to believe it.
The Wyvern Knights had sent two contingents this time: his group, and another led by Vice Commander Spencer, who hadn't arrived yet. They must be lost!
In reality, he could never have imagined that the twenty Wyvern Knights led by Spencer on the right flank had all been wiped out by the youth before him!
Flee! As long as he could escape the valley and find his own Wyvern, he would be safe!
Could it be that the Wyverns' sudden tantrum six days ago, refusing to come under any circumstances, was connected to a Dragon presence here?
Perhaps! Otherwise, there was no explanation.
Nielos watched Chen Feng chasing after his comrades and breathed a small sigh of relief. Relying on his speed, all he needed to do was reach the mist. Once inside the mist, both spiritual perception and battle aura would be useless, and this guy wouldn't be able to do much to him!
With 300 meters left to the mist, Nielos glanced back. The bizarre, red-haired youth was finishing off another Dragon Knight and was now closing the distance. They were nearly 500 meters apart. He finally relaxed internally. No matter how fast the opponent was, he couldn't possibly be twice as fast as Nielos!
He had escaped this time. But later... Hmph! Once he got out and found his Wyvern, he would tear this fellow to shreds!
Nielos cursed inwardly, his feet moving furiously. The 300 meters vanished in the blink of an eye!
Haha, I'm finally free!
Nielos saw the mist ahead, a wave of unparalleled elation surging through him! Yet, this feeling immediately dimmed. Eighteen Level Nine Dragon Knights, and only he remained. Facing just a seemingly young boy and an underage high-level Illusory Demon Beast, such a crushing defeat was almost farcical.
At that moment, an inexplicable thread of terror bloomed deep in his heart—a spiritual premonition of unknown danger felt by the strong!
Sizzzz...
A series of sharp shrieks, piercing the air, rapidly assaulted him from behind. Nielos frantically twisted his head around while running, only to see a stream of cerulean flame, hugging the ground like a meteor, hurtling directly toward his back!
The cerulean flame resembled a terrifying fiend from Hell, carrying heart-stopping roars as it tore through the air. Nielos felt an absolute chill wash over him, an icy coldness flooding his core, his pupils constricting sharply.
"Aoooh..." With a piercing scream, Nielos burst into a ball of cerulean flame with a thud, completely losing consciousness!
Hundred-Style: Oni Yaki!
Hundred-Style: Oni Yaki! (→↓?+A or C) is one of Iori Yagami’s signature moves in The King of Fighters, identical in input to Kyo Kusanagi’s Hundred-Style: Oni Yaki! (→↓?+A or C), though its properties and nature are diametrically opposed. It is one of the most frequently used moves by KOF fans! The move manifests as follows: Iori shakes his hand, releasing the pale flame onto the ground, and the flame tracks the opponent along the earth until it burns them to ash! (For readers whose understanding is still unclear, this author strongly suggests playing The King of Fighters; it's a truly great game... This note is only for those who haven't played KOF; KOF fans may ignore this section.)
"The last one!" Chen Feng stood at a distance, letting out a long breath. Without sparing another glance at the shrieking Nielos engulfed in cerulean flames, he began to walk toward the ice platform step by measured step.
Austin and Rodriguez, lying by the lake's edge, witnessed this scene. They exchanged a look, reading deep terror in each other's eyes.
The ice platform was no longer the brilliant, crystalline sight it had been moments before; it was now strewn with corpses and mangled flesh, blood flowing everywhere, dyeing half the platform crimson!
Chen Feng jumped onto the platform and looked down at Xiao Hu, whose eyes were already devoid of life. His heart felt as if it had been struck by something heavy. A trace of tenderness crept into his usually cold expression.
"Xiao Hu, rest assured, your boss will avenge you!"
With that, he turned toward the man in red, an ominous dark vortex of power surging wildly from his body, flickering around him in a truly terrifying display.
"St-stop... stop a moment!" A faint, weak voice called from behind Chen Feng.
Chen Feng turned to see the heavily wounded Dragon, Luobo.
"Dragon God Lord... please, don't be hasty... in striking!"
Luobo, whose massive body had been sprawled out, tried to struggle into a kneeling position. After a few weak movements, he finally gave up, the injuries being too severe.
For the full text novel, updates, and more, visit 16K Literature Net: Desktop site: www.16k.cn Mobile site: wap.16k.cn Support literature, support 16K! The Ice Rock Fighting Wolves remained completely under White Wolf King's control, uttering not a single sound. Though Luobo’s voice was soft, the valley was utterly silent, allowing his broken words to carry clearly to everyone’s ears.
The only ones left alive were the man in red, Luobo, and Austin and Rodriguez lying by the lake.
Everyone present froze, and Austin and Rodriguez looked utterly stunned.
The person they had always thought of as theirs was actually the Dragon God Lord? This... this news alone was enough to make their minds reel!
The Dragon God? How could that be possible!
Chen Feng also paused.
"Dragon God Lord, I... I... I never thought I'd find you before I died..." Luobo was visibly overcome with emotion. "Dragon Clan Third Platoon Lieutenant... Luobo pays his respects to the Dragon God!"
Chen Feng frowned. "What Dragon God?"
Luobo insisted, "Dragon God... Lord, please stop... hiding it. I saw it when you bled just now... that was absolutely the blood of the Dragon God... the Flame Dragon..."
The blood of the Flame Dragon? Chen Feng’s stomach plummeted! Could the senior Flame Dragon he had encountered actually be the Dragon God?
So, the Dragon God that Luobo kept searching for was indeed Senior Flame Dragon!
No wonder Xiao Hu’s parents’ Battle Cores held the Dragon God’s blessing, and why Xiao Hu felt a sense of calling when entering the Nine-Story Pagoda—it must have all been arranged by Senior Flame Dragon!
Thinking of Xiao Hu brought another wave of pain.
Luobo saw the expression on Chen Feng’s face and said, "You must not... kill this dead dog yet..."
Dead dog was the Dragon Clan's term for the Qilin, just as stinky lizard was their term for the Dragons.
"Why?" Chen Feng’s face darkened, his stance suggesting he would kill the Qilin if a satisfactory reason wasn't given immediately!
This wasn't Chen Feng posturing. After the vortex of energy inside him reversed, he had become even colder and sharper, a volatile, arrogant aura spreading through his body, giving him a feeling of unparalleled supremacy! Chen Feng was aware that due to the influence of the reversed internal vortex, his current state of mind was beginning to mimic Iori's. If the reversal continued, he might very well turn into the Iori-like figure who viewed life as worthless!
"This dead dog... it can... resurrect that... Iron-Backed Silver Tiger!" Luobo gasped out.
"Resurrect!" Chen Feng shouted outright.
Seeing the excitement in Chen Feng's heart, Luobo struggled to maintain composure. "The Qilin’s Essence Core... contains... immense Life Force... it possesses the power of resurrection..."
Chen Feng forced down his impatience. It took Luobo a long time, speaking in broken bursts, for him to fully understand.
As a Divine Beast, the Qilin possessed an intense force of life within its body, especially its Essence Core. If Xiao Hu were to ingest the Qilin Essence Core now, nourished by the mighty Life Force, resurrection might not be impossible. However, the Qilin was a Divine Beast that cultivated Battle Qi, while Xiao Hu was a Demon Beast, and their attributes differed—this Qilin was Frost attribute, while Xiao Hu was Wind attribute! This difference introduced significant difficulty for Xiao Hu to safely absorb the core and revive.
For maximum safety, the best course would be to penetrate the Qilin’s lair, which was protected by ten-thousand-year-old profound ice. This way, the spiritual energy of the Qilin Essence Core would not leak out, greatly assisting Xiao Hu in achieving 100% absorption!
Luobo concluded, "Dragon God Lord, you can take this dead dog to its lair before killing it. That way, less spiritual energy from the Frost Attribute Essence Core will escape!"
The Crimson-Robed Qilin likely sensed the gravity of the situation, realizing its own impending doom, and sat motionless, offering no comment.
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