Chapter 130: Ferocious Demon Dragon (Bonus Chapter for Patron Qiu Huaihan Meng)

The giant gorilla clearly swung its palm toward the spear shaft, yet the spear twisted unnaturally, skimming precisely past the gorilla's palm.

"Puff!" The spear pierced straight through the gorilla's throat, and the gorilla's charge toward Ding Huan tilted at a forty-five-degree angle.

Ding Huan tugged his hand, and the giant gorilla, several meters tall, was flung into the air, landing squarely atop the wall spikes ten meters away.

To prevent ferocious beasts from breaching the protective wall, the Human Corridor Defense Line had erected a row of wall spikes along its outer edge.

Each wall spike protruded four to five meters, spaced less than half a meter apart, razor-sharp, and keenly honed on the outer side.

The severely wounded gorilla, flung by Ding Huan, was impaled clean through by the wall spikes.

At least five or six wall spikes pierced through the gorilla's body, pinning it against the protective wall.

No matter how ferocious the gorilla had been, it now had only a single breath left.

Hung upon the wall spikes, blood and clots oozing from its mouth, it still growled softly.

This horrifying sight filled the ferocious beasts surging onto the wall with fear; some lost their ferocity, as if their rage had been shattered, and began to flee.

Just as the beasts' morale was about to collapse, a piercing dragon's roar echoed, followed by a green jade dragon lunging onto the wall and attacking Ding Huan.

This was truly a case of enemies meeting face to face, their eyes blazing with fury — last time, Ding Huan had ambushed it, worsening its injuries.

Even now, its wounds had not fully healed.

But it could wait no longer — it had to seek revenge.

The second construction of the Human Corridor Defense Line had utterly crossed the demon dragon's bottom line.

Without its permission, how dare humans build a defense line here? It was outright suicide.

To Ding Huan, the giant gorilla posed zero threat.

Ding Huan had been watching this demon dragon all along; now that it came, he barely hesitated — his spear immediately slammed toward the demon dragon.

Strike first, gain the advantage.

The demon dragon's speed was simply too fast — even though Ding Huan had been alert, he nearly got caught off guard.

This strike carried no reserve — his true energy surged violently outward.

"Boom!"

The spear collided with the demon dragon, and a massive force slammed into Ding Huan.

Ding Huan felt as if a hammer had struck his chest — his whole body was flung backward.

"Puff!" Even mid-air, Ding Huan spat out a mouthful of blood.

His internal organs felt as if they were being violently tugged and then rearranged.

Ding Huan's heart sank — he saw the demon dragon had merely been momentarily halted.

He hadn't seen whether the demon dragon was injured, but even if it was, the damage was surely minor.

The power gap was glaringly obvious.

Not only did Ding Huan draw a sharp breath, but all others watching the duel also showed fear in their eyes.

Ding Huan had just killed the Level Nine ferocious beast, the giant gorilla — everyone assumed he could easily slay the demon dragon.

Yet facing this demon dragon, Ding Huan was utterly outmatched — the difference was far too great.

"Let's kill one and break even, kill two and make a profit."

Fan Yibing, having witnessed Ding Huan's single exchange with the demon dragon, knew the Human Corridor Defense Line was finished.

She had overestimated Ding Huan — his strength was clearly inferior to the demon dragon's.

Ding Huan wiped the blood from his face; he knew this was the difference between himself and a Foundation Establishment beast.

This demon dragon was undoubtedly Foundation Establishment, and dragon beasts naturally possessed superior combat power. In comparison, his own strength was laid bare.

He had successfully ambushed a similarly Foundation Establishment great owl, but with this demon dragon, he doubted even an ambush would succeed.

The demon dragon ignored everyone else, turning its gaze to Ding Huan and unleashing another furious roar.

Today, it would not rest until Ding Huan was dead.

As for the others, perhaps in the demon dragon's eyes, they weren't even worth calling ants.

Ding Huan gripped his spear tightly, staring at the demon dragon.

He had only one chance.

If the first strike of the Nine Strikes failed to cripple the demon dragon, then today not only would he die here — no one on the Human Corridor Defense Line would survive.

How laughable — he had prepared gene-toxin mist, utterly useless now.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of thunderous roars erupted, then beams of light shot from the protective wall, densely raining down upon the millions of ferocious beasts beyond.

A colossal war-disk hovered above the protective wall.

Compared to the bullets and missiles fired by the defense line, the beams from this war-disk were like reaping wheat.

The defense line's conventional weapons could handle low-level ferocious beasts, but against thick-skinned ones, they could at best wound them.

The blood and injury from dead or wounded ferocious beasts only fueled more of their frenzy.

These beams swept outward.

No matter the beast — high-level or low-level, thick-skinned or thin-skinned — all were cut down like wheat, struck and dead.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of ferocious beasts were slaughtered.

At this rate, even ten million ferocious beasts would only be fit for slaughter.

Ding Huan rejoiced — Old Zhong had finally been somewhat reliable.

The demon dragon, which had been poised to pounce on Ding Huan again, saw how a single beam effortlessly tore through every ferocious beast in its path — and went berserk.

It knew well: these beasts were its subordinates; to rule Earth, it couldn't be a mere figurehead.

So without hesitation, the demon dragon charged toward the war-disk.

Killing Ding Huan could wait — if this war-disk wasn't destroyed, its subordinates would all be dead in moments.

The demon dragon turned, and Ding Huan immediately took out the gene toxin mist and sprayed it onto his halberd.

Then he stepped through empty space again, and the halberd unleashed countless spear rays, slamming toward the demon dragon.

As the demon dragon lunged at the war disc, Zhong Chi saw it on the disc's surveillance feed.

But he dared not launch an attack against the demon dragon.

The demon dragon was standing atop the defense wall; if he attacked it, Ding Huan and the others behind it would all be exposed to the war disc's killing rays.

Just a moment's hesitation, and the demon dragon had already swiped a claw at the war disc.

At the same moment, Ding Huan's halberd slammed into the demon dragon's back.

Perhaps knowing Ding Huan's strike could not harm it, the demon dragon ignored the attack and furiously pushed its demonic energy.

It must bring down this war disc, or all its subordinates would be slaughtered.

This was only the beginning—once this war disc flew around the globe, how many demonic beasts would be left to kill?

Boom! The demon dragon's claw struck the edge of the war disc.

This war disc, the size of several football fields, was slammed by the demon dragon's claw, wobbling violently and plunging straight off the defense wall.

"Puff!" A burst of blood erupted from behind the demon dragon; the countless killing rays from Ding Huan's halberd condensed into a single beam in an instant.

The halberd pierced through the demon dragon's body along with the killing rays.

The demon dragon let out a furious, prolonged roar, spun around, and lunged again at Ding Huan.

That insignificant ant, which it had ignored, had actually wounded it.

Ding Huan felt a terrifying force surge through his halberd—he could no longer hold on, and the halberd was ripped from his grip, flinging him dozens of meters away.

Though the halberd had not pierced clean through the demon dragon's body, it stuck to it like a long nail.

Looking at the charging demon dragon, Ding Huan did not retreat; as long as the halberd remained embedded in the demon dragon's body, he had succeeded.

Roar! The demon dragon roared and swiped a claw at Ding Huan.

Even those watching from afar could feel the terror of that claw.

Even the colossal war disc was knocked off the defense wall by the demon dragon's claw.

It could be said that if Ding Huan had not intervened, the demon dragon would have smashed the war disc into the ground.

Whether the war disc could still attack after being smashed was uncertain.

If that claw landed fully, Ding Huan would need a hundred lives to pay for it.

"Teacher Ding, retreat quickly…"

Far away, Fan Yibing hoped Ding Huan would hold the demon dragon, but she knew clearly that confronting the demon dragon meant certain death.

Ding Huan did not retreat; instead, he gathered nearly all his true energy and punched forward.

Against a demon dragon like this, Wind Blade Technique was useless—he could only endure it head-on.

Boom! The violent force surged toward him as before, and Ding Huan spat another blood arrow as he was flung backward.

But Ding Huan was not alarmed—he was delighted. The instant he stabilized his stance, he lunged again at the demon dragon.

After launching a dozen wind blades, he followed with a punch aimed at the demon dragon's skull.

He clearly felt the demon dragon's attacking force had weakened significantly—his halberd strike had taken effect.

More precisely, it wasn't the halberd strike itself, but the gene toxin mist he had applied that was working.

That halberd strike had severely wounded the demon dragon; as long as he kept entangling it, the demon dragon would eventually die.

Ding Huan knew well that under normal circumstances, even if the demon dragon had been struck by his halberd, he had no chance to engage it for long.

But with the gene toxin mist, things were different—now the gene toxin inside the demon dragon was taking effect, rapidly destroying its body.

Seeing that Ding Huan had not fled but instead charged again at the demon dragon, Fan Yibing, Zhu Qinjiang, and others felt deep respect.

Even Nong Yizhen and others who disliked Ding Huan now thought he had guts.

If it were them, fleeing at this moment would earn no one's accusation of cowardice.

With his strength, Ding Huan could easily have escaped alive.

Seeing Ding Huan still charging at him, the demon dragon's fury intensified.

This mere human ant actually thought it was a soft target, daring to attack it directly.

"Puff! Puff! Puff…"

All dozen wind blades struck the demon dragon's head, spraying bursts of blood.

After being wounded, the demon dragon's defense dropped sharply; Ding Huan's wind blades targeted areas without scales, worsening its injuries.

Enraged, the demon dragon met Ding Huan's punch with its own claw, while its massive tail swept toward him.

Ding Huan saw the demon dragon didn't even dodge his wind blades—he realized the demon dragon was growing weaker.

Boom!

Ding Huan's fist collided a second time with the demon dragon's claw.

Ding Huan only stepped back a few paces; this time he didn't even bother to dodge, and swung another punch at the incoming tail.

Crack! When Ding Huan's fist struck the demon dragon's tail, he was flung backward for the third time.

Compared to the first two times, this time he was only thrown a few meters away.

But Ding Huan didn't wait for the demon dragon to catch its breath—he leapt again, punching downward.

Seeing Ding Huan still charging, the demon dragon's eyes showed fear.

It wasn't afraid of Ding Huan—it felt its own power was melting away.

Not just its power, but even its meridians seemed to be collapsing.

At this moment, the demon dragon no longer dared continue fighting Ding Huan; it frantically plunged off the defense wall and fled straight toward the ocean.

Ding Huan didn't hesitate—he chased after it.