Chapter 488: The Venom God's Essence Blood, the Dragon Race Panics

The Thunder Tree clusters erupted on a massive scale, and terrifying lightning swept in like a raging storm.

Although the number of Dragon War Generals is huge, compared with the Thunder Tree clusters they are utterly insignificant.

This mountain range stretches for thousands of miles, all belonging to the Thunder Trees.

When the Thunder Trees revolt, lightning surges like a tide, and the Dragon War Generals fall like kites with broken strings, suffering heavy casualties in an instant.

Even the weakest Thunder Trees are Level 70; although each is weaker than a Dragon War General, their sheer numbers are staggering.

Wave after wave of thunder and lightning relentlessly slay Dragon War Generals while mercilessly destroying Dragon Warships.

The shields of the Dragon Warships shatter under the Thunder Trees' bombardment, then they fall from the sky.

Jiang Chen weaves through the lightning with ease; his body is completely immune to its damage.

He coordinates with the Skeleton Berserker, constantly hurling the corpses of Dragon War Generals into the air, then detonating them.

Jiang Chen and the Thunder Tree clusters work flawlessly together, forcing the Dragon Clan Army into a steady retreat.

"Retreat!"

A command rang out from the Dragon Warships; the remaining vessels turned and sped away toward the distance.

Jiang Chen gave chase immediately, but his speed could not match the Dragon Warships, and he soon lost their trail.

But that no longer mattered; Jiang Chen had already locked onto the Dragon Race's direction.

He simply stopped, waiting for the Strong Soldier skill's cooldown to finish.

Beneath him lay a vast expanse of Thunder Tree clusters; he knows that after a single loss, the Dragon Race will not risk entering such a perilous area again.

Here, Dragon Warships are not only useless but become targets of the Thunder Tree clusters.

The earlier battle was brief, yet the Dragon Race suffered heavy losses

, with over 200 warships destroyed and more than 4,000 Dragon War Generals slain.

All dragons realized they had underestimated Jiang Chen.

Orders flew out rapidly, recalling every Dragon Race member active on the Wind and Thunder Continent.

They know that when Jiang Chen arrives, an unprecedented great war will erupt.

Jiang Chen, however, remained still, not moving. He watched the departing Dragon Warships, combined with the escape routes from previous days, and roughly deduced the location of the Dragon Garrison.

"Approximately five hundred kilometers away," Jiang Chen estimated in his mind.

"No rush, take it slow first," he said, not hurrying forward.

Jiang Chen knows the Dragon Race is now in strict formation, merely waiting for him to arrive.

At this moment, a red light shoots skyward, making his movements impossible to conceal, so he proceeds openly.

He must uncover the whole truth; otherwise, letting the Dragon Race continue this way could produce even higher‑level war generals, leaving the Human Race at a disadvantage.

An hour later, the Strong Soldier skill's cooldown ended.

Jiang Chen rose slowly, leisurely flying toward the Dragon Garrison.

As he drifted farther from the Thunder Tree Mountain Range, the Dragon Warships were free to launch attacks unabated.

In the distance, a massive floating fortress came into view.

The dragons had erected a huge military fortress here, surrounded by countless warships.

The fortress resembled a suspended giant city, towering and magnificent.

On this special land of the Ancient Battlefield, aside from the Human Race's Divine Dragon Ancient City, no other place can build a city.

Yet the dragons ingeniously built this fortress in the sky.

Upon seeing the fortress, Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

"This fortress exudes the aura of a Secret Realm; could the dragons' secret be hidden within that realm?"

The fortress was clearly built to protect a particular Secret Realm, indicating its extreme importance.

Moreover, judging from its layout, the fortress appears indestructible.

Jiang Chen sensed a powerful aura from the fortress; breaking it seems to require at least Divine Level strength.

Outside the fortress, nearly a thousand warships hovered, shields already active, their cannons aimed at Jiang Chen.

Just as Jiang Chen expected, the dragons had fully prepared, merely awaiting his arrival.

Besides the warships, a large number of Dragon War Generals gathered outside the fortress.

These are not puppets but genuine Dragon Race members.

They hover in the air, their overwhelming aura pressuring Jiang Chen.

"There are so many Dragon War Generals above Level 80; the strongest few are at least Level 83, and they are not few."

Seeing these powerful Dragon War Generals gave Jiang Chen a throbbing headache.

He felt as if he had truly poked into a hornet's nest.

But now that he's here, what must be faced must be faced. He inhaled deeply, ready for the impending battle.

At that moment, a Dragon Elite flew out of the fortress, instantly capturing Jiang Chen's full attention.

Its appearance prompted the other Dragon Race members present to salute, highlighting its noble status.

More importantly, its aura was far stronger than that of any Dragon present.

Jiang Chen estimated its level to be at least above Level 85.

Moreover, its appearance differs from other dragons; its scale armor glitters with a strange

luminescence, a pair of sharp horns atop its head, starkly contrasting the single horns of other dragons.

"Twin horns... this is a Dragon of ancestral bloodline!" Jiang Chen was startled.

Dragons with ancestral bloodlines hold a lofty status; given enough time, they will inevitably grow into a mighty Dragon King.

Even at its current lower level, it can stand on equal footing with an ordinary Dragon King.

Jiang Chen immediately understood that this twin‑horned dragon was the commander of the fortress.

It stared intently at Jiang Chen, its eyes filled with murderous intent. The situation between the Dragon Race and Jiang Chen had long become a dead‑locked, relentless standoff, needing no further words.

"Jiang Chen, there are no Thunder Trees or Wind Flowers here; you have nowhere to run, death is certain!" the two‑horned Dragon Race shouted.

Yet Jiang Chen wore a look of disdain. Although the Thunder Trees and Wind Flowers restrained the Dragon Race to some extent, they also limited Jiang Chen. He does not rely entirely on those external forces.

"Today is the time to unleash a great slaughter!" Jiang Chen thought to himself.

He knew that once he acted, only a handful of the Dragon Race would survive.

The Dragon Army had already taken a strict formation, and the great battle was about to erupt.

Jiang Chen took out a drop of the divine precious toxic blood and began to summon an elemental lich.

The next second, a lich with chaotic aura and emitting toxic fumes appeared beside him, ready to engage the Dragon Army in a life‑or‑death duel.

The toxic lich, like a ghostly specter, rushed swiftly toward the Dragon Race Fortress.

All Dragon Race members felt an ominous foreboding the instant they saw it.

"Stop it!" the Dragon Race commander shouted.

However, the warships' cannon fire was already half a beat too slow.

The toxic lich's speed was as fast as lightning.

A distance of over a thousand meters was, to it, nothing more than a blink.

It exploded silently on the Fortress, its blast radius only thirty to forty meters, yet anything at the epicenter—whether Dragon War Generals or other objects—was instantly subjected to lethal corrosion, dying and rotting away.

At the edge of the Fortress, several unlucky Dragon War Generals, all over Level 80 strongmen, let out mournful screams under the toxic lich's corrosive venom and perished instantly.

After the explosion, the toxic gas began to spread slowly; although the spread was not rapid, it was enough to terrify the Dragon Race members.

The airborne Fortress they had painstakingly built was about to be devoured by the toxic gas, turning completely into ruins.

"Jiang Chen, what have you done!" the Dragon Race commander's face changed dramatically, and he roared.

Jiang Chen let out a cold sneer and gave no reply.

At a moment like this, it is more practical to unleash more skills than to waste words.

He thought for a moment, and Red Light spread over the field like a net; with a soft hum, an aging curse fell upon every Dragon Race member.

On this battlefield, free from the constraints of Thunder Trees and Wind Flowers, Jiang Chen could finally unleash his Curse Skill without restraint.

At the same time, the Undead Legion appeared en masse, the elemental liches descended onto the battlefield, and the Strong Soldier skill activated again.

Skeleton Berserkers' feet were surrounded by various Auras that flickered, and they charged first toward the Dragon Race warships.

The Dragon Race warships also began a frenzied counterattack; nearly a thousand warships fired simultaneously, their cannon fire pouring down on the Skeleton Berserkers like raindrops.

The Skeleton Berserkers deftly dodged the cannon fire; if they could avoid it they did, if not they fought hard, after all they also die.

cannot.

The Skeleton Great Mages and Divine Archers concentrated their fire on the Dragon War Generals.

A burst of green light exploded among the Dragon Race, the power of the Toxic Starburst Skill.

This Group Attack Skill, previously limited by Thunder Trees and Wind Flowers, instantly transformed into a terrifying Killing Machine under the boost of the Strong Soldier skill.

Combined with the toxic lich's toxic Aura, the damage stacked infinitely, dealing astonishing harm each second.

Within the 30 seconds of the Strong Soldier skill, this damage reached a terrifying level.

Although the Dragon War Generals above Level 80 could barely hold on, the Level 70 Dragon Race members, especially the puppet war generals, could not endure even a few seconds.

Their overall attributes were far inferior to Jiang Chen's Undead Legion, and their constitutions were pitifully weak.

If the healer slipped even slightly, they would perish in an instant.

Soon after the battle began, the airborne Fortress had already turned to ruins, and all Dragon Race soldiers were poisoned, falling into a desperate plight.

A flash of madness crossed the Dragon Race commander's eyes; he let out a roar and charged toward Jiang Chen.

"I will kill you!" his voice was filled with endless murderous intent.