Chapter 128: The Might of the Dragon's Roar

In the unseen depths, at this moment his gaze changed.

Those brown pupils kept dilating and contracting, as if constantly refocusing.

Finally, just as his face grew paler and sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he could barely stand, the size of his pupils finally fixed.

"Now!"

He roared furiously in his heart.

In an instant, an arrow shot toward the flood serpent's direction, mixed in among the other arrows flying out, completely unremarkable.

In a flash, the arrow struck, and that special rope bound itself around the "True Dragon," and was not ignited.

Just as he was about to cheer, that "True Dragon" slowly descended, turned its head, and bared its fangs at him.

In an instant, he froze — had that dragon just now seemed to be smiling?

But he had no time to think, because the flood serpent slowly opened its mouth, and as a massive amount of air vanished, a heaven-shaking dragon's roar rang out.

"ROAR!!!"

Transparent sound ripples instantly formed at the flood serpent's mouth, spreading in all directions with a tremendous noise; wherever they passed, the earth trembled and dust billowed, and every person fell as if they were cut stalks of rice.

Zhang San was no exception — in fact, because he stood farther away, he could see with perfect clarity just how his many comrades had died!

As the dragon's roar sounded and a strange ripple swept past, he watched his comrades, his former brothers-in-arms, one by one explode into clouds of blood mist that hung in the air.

Then he lost consciousness, not even feeling any pain in between.

In a single instant, within a radius of two kilometers — fully two kilometers — centered on the flood serpent, not a single living creature remained standing; even the ground at the very center was visibly cracked.

And the air was filled with vast amounts of blood mist, shrouding its surroundings in darkness, because the massive spread of fresh blood had reduced visibility within the two-kilometer radius.

And at this moment, that dragon, set off by the blood mist, with its slender body appearing and disappearing intermittently, looked all the more terrifying and grotesque.

And as a flash of blue-white light sparked within the blood mist, in an instant the blood mist became saturated with terrifying electrical energy.

In a flash, the entire battlefield fell silent, with only the wind still howling.

Everyone stared dumbly at that dragon, like a god, like a demon.

No one dared approach the blood mist's range — that is, the two kilometers.

"Clatter~" At the crisp sound of a weapon, a soldier broke down — he was very lucky, happening to be just outside the dragon's roar's two-kilometer destructive range.

But he was also unlucky: he had personally watched his comrades just ten-plus meters ahead of him explode into a cloud of blood mist, a bone even smacked him in the face, and yet he survived — only to be deaf in both ears.

This scene shattered his courage; he unconsciously dropped his weapon, retreated in terror, muttering to himself: "Monster, monster! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

With this soldier's action, the sounds of weapons dropping began to appear in great numbers; in an instant, the soldiers near the blood mist all retreated in fear.

This action was like dominoes, triggering a chain reaction.

Morale had collapsed.

This was the first time Baichuan had unleashed the full destructive power of his dragon's roar.

Yet the effect it produced was so terrifying!

At this moment, Zhou Renyi finally changed expression — as a dragon of legend, it had finally revealed its power.

And the first revelation was already so terrifying; seeing that the soldiers in that area were about to lose morale, his gaze also turned cold — fortunately, it wasn't a big problem!

This dragon's roar was nothing more than a weapon against the weak; a similar situation had arisen before when capturing giant apes.

However, he would have to send out those powerful experts from the Great Sect who had recently been well-fed and well-treated, otherwise a collapse in morale would be a troublesome matter.

Thinking of this, he directly summoned his deputy general and gave his orders.

The army formation shifted once more, revealing a massive corridor, and out of this corridor emerged countless undisciplined humans.

Though they lacked the neat discipline of soldiers, the aura each of them exuded was extraordinary.

Only now their faces were all ugly; if before they had still been confident, with the dragon's roar's power revealed, they panicked.

They realized that they themselves now were just like the cannon fodder they had used in the past — except now the cannon fodder was them.

But trapped within the army, they had no choice but to obey orders; they were nothing but Eight Limits, and even if they wanted to flee, they couldn't escape Zhou Renyi's grasp.

At this moment, they truly understood: a dragon was different from the strange beasts of the past — one careless moment and even they could die.

As they began to move, their bodies also began to slowly change.

In an instant, countless bizarre humanoid creatures appeared — great apes with human faces, tigers with human faces standing upright, giant wolves with human faces, or multi-armed beings sprouting all manner of bone spikes.

If Baichuan had to describe it, just one word: an unholy carnival!

These grotesque human experts truly looked less like humans and more like demons — and they charged straight at him.

Yet not a single one dared to enter the blood mist, and for a moment, an extremely awkward scene unfolded.

The True Dragon, protected by the blood mist swirling with terrifying electrical energy — no one dared enter.

At this, Zhou Renyi furrowed his brow and spoke again: "Use fire attacks. No need to aim at the True Dragon — just clear away the blood mist."

"General, there are still a great many soldiers there!" the deputy general said in shock — this would mean killing all of their own men too.

Zhou Renyi paid no heed; the order was passed down directly, and only then did he speak: "They're nothing but a bunch of cowards who've lost their nerve; keeping them alive hurts morale — might as well kill them all together."

The order was given, and in an instant in the distance, fire arrows flew up — for a moment, sky-obscuring fire arrows and burning giant stones took to the air and crashed down.

In just a few breaths, the blood mist was burned clean away.

By this time, Baichuan had already flown back into the sky at the sight of it; those heavy, flame-wreathed boulders — even he didn't want to casually take them head-on.

At this moment, that group of human experts, half-human half-demon, took advantage of the pause in the fire attack to charge in.

Baichuan didn't hesitate — he gathered his strength at once and blasted out a concentrated stream of poisonous fire.

But flames that would have been swift against ordinary soldiers were absurdly slow to them; with a single leap, they dodged one after another.

Baichuan wasn't surprised either — once more a dragon's roar rang out, sending them straight to their end.

The speed of sound was not something these ordinary humans could evade.

Watching the many experts who had just gone out, in no time at all lying all over the ground, Zhou Renyi had wanted to say once more: fortunately, it's not a big problem.

But the thin line of cold sweat slowly trickling down his forehead utterly betrayed his current state of mind.

As for whether the dragon's roar earlier was terrifying, he didn't know, because those who died were all ordinary Three Limits soldiers — there was no real sense of it.

But this group of powerhouses now, the weakest among them was at Seven Limits, and a rare few had even reached the peak of Eight Limits, only half a step away from him — yet even such powerhouses died outright without hesitation.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that perhaps capturing the true dragon alive this time was no simple matter; that damned elder brother of his would never have handed him such an easy job.

In a daze, he seemed to see his half-brother, that elder brother of his — the faint mockery flickering in those pitch-black eyes.

Good. Good thing the problem isn't too big — he could still take advantage of the crowd to flee first; after all, that true dragon probably wouldn't bother with him.

At this moment, he had already stopped caring whether an army could be used to pile-death this dragon.

For an existence that had wings and couldn't be pinned down, it was simply a fool's dream!

Only now did he realize how terrifying a flying creature that simultaneously controlled fire and lightning, and could also launch wide-range attacks, truly was.

It could fly, making it hard to suppress; it had fire, rendering most ranged weapons ineffective against it; and the only iron implements that could restrict its movement were countered by lightning.

Simply unsolvable.

At this moment, he truly could not see any hope!

Thinking of this, he summoned the deputy general beside him — this was an important confidant of his, not someone to be casually abandoned. After whispering a few instructions, he took a company of trusted soldiers and prepared to flee on the spot.

Yet this scene was instantly exposed in Baichuan's eyes. Although he didn't know which part was most important in an ancient army,

but in that seemingly endless sea of people, a single human wearing silver-white that clashed with everything around him appeared — and from that alone, he knew this human was no simple matter.

However, given that the army's numbers were simply too great — a full one hundred and fifty thousand — even if he were let loose to kill, he couldn't finish them off in a short while.

Moreover, he had always maintained a certain wariness toward this Great Zhou. Huang Zhongtian was, after all, not standing at the very pinnacle of the entire world, and the information he possessed inevitably had some gaps — for instance, he didn't know the true source and essence of a martial artist's power.

Based on this alone, he could only treat the intelligence the other provided as reference, not blindly trust it.

That was why he had always feared the other side was feigning weakness to lure him, to draw him flying to the very center of the entire army.

Only then would one or two terrifyingly powerful experts leap out, not only restricting his Flight but also wearing him down through a war of attrition.

Because humans truly were capable of such things.

But from the looks of it now, he had worried too much.

That person was actually trying to run?

(End of Chapter)