Chapter 62: Poison of the Serpent-Dragon (Request for Monthly Tickets)

The night sky was dyed black as ink.

Gao Ang and the Cliff Serpent-Dragon darted through the dark clouds, like two bolts of lightning tearing through the night.

As the distance between them closed, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon struck first, its slender body whipping forward, its forked tail tip burning with dark green poisonous flames.

Gao Ang's body froze, his wings raised high.

The fine scales on his dragon-wing membranes rubbed against each other, sparking a dense shower of sparks; the sharp edges of his wings turned crimson. Then, pivoting on the apex of his left wing, his body spun violently, shifting his angle. His wings, like a guillotine blade, erupted upward and slashed toward the Cliff Serpent-Dragon.

Facing this Dragon-Wing Great Spin, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon refused to yield.

It turned as well, its thick tail lashing out at Gao Ang's wings.

Clang! Tear!

First came the metallic clash, a crisp sound like blades striking each other, followed immediately by the sound of a sharp weapon tearing through tough dragon scales and flesh.

Gao Ang's spinning wing slash, after meeting a moment of resistance, tore off one of the Cliff Serpent-Dragon's three forked tails. The Cliff Serpent-Dragon's viscous fresh blood stained Gao Ang's wings.

"I will eat you!"

In pain, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon mumbled indistinct dragon speech, then suddenly thrust its front claws forward, swiping at Gao Ang.

Gao Ang tilted his body slightly, meeting the attack directly with the dense explosive scales on his back.

Boom! The heavy, forceful claw strike hit the dragon scales on Gao Ang's back. As the scales shattered, they absorbed the kinetic energy of the blow, converting it into heat and erupting in a blinding blaze of flames.

Caught off guard, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon was knocked flying.

"This creature is no match for me in direct combat."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his wings.

It felt as if countless small files were grinding his flesh and blood, as if countless venomous snakes were burrowing into his body; the pain was incomparably intense.

"But this poison is just as powerful as recorded in the inheritance."

Even Gao Ang, with his high tolerance for pain, furrowed his brow.

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon's fresh blood on his wings was sticky; it did not blow away in the strong wind but instead adhered to his wings, staining the contact points dark green.

The Serpent-Dragon's fangs, claws, and blood were all laden with deadly poison.

Especially its fresh blood, which contained the most concentrated toxin.

Gao Ang's poison resistance was not high; after being poisoned on his wings, they gradually began to go numb.

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon charged again.

By comparison, its injuries were heavier than Gao Ang's, yet madness and excitement flickered in its blood-red eyes. It wore the frenzied expression of one willing to die just to drag Gao Ang down with it, fighting to the death.

A mad dragon cannot be dealt with by normal logic.

Fighting it to the death would bring no benefit.

On the contrary, engaging it in a controlled struggle would benefit Gao Ang.

"Keep it alive. As long as it stays in Crescent Moon Valley and comes here to provoke me, I can use its deadly poison to gradually raise my poison resistance. For tonight, that's enough. My current poison resistance is low; being exposed to too much poisonous blood at once is risky."

Gao Ang thought thus.

He flapped his wings, accelerating to his maximum speed and creating distance.

Beneath the Cliff Serpent-Dragon's scales, a constant hissing sound erupted as high-temperature gas billowed forth. It unleashed its speed to chase Gao Ang, but as Gao Ang began to sprint at full speed, each powerful flap of his massive wings stirred up a biting gale. Even in its burst state, the Serpent-Dragon could not keep up, and the distance between them gradually widened.

It could not catch up, and its severed tail continued to bleed profusely.

The speed burst consumed enormous stamina and had now ended.

Helplessly, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon stopped. It could only see the sparks of light kicked up by Gao Ang's flapping wings. After a few blinks, even those sparks vanished.

It let out a howl, turned, and flew back toward the Grey-Maned Werewolf Tribe.

"Food! I want fresh food!"

In Crescent Moon Valley, the Cliff Serpent-Dragon descended upon the werewolf territory, demanding that the werewolf tribe present food once more.

"All the fresh prey has already been provided to you today."

A hint of tension appeared on the face of the werewolf shaman, who forced himself to remain calm and said, "Now only dead or dried meat remains, but there is plenty to satisfy your hunger, enough for you to eat."

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon roared, "I want living things, living things!"

It wanted to satisfy its boiling bloodlust by cruelly tearing apart living creatures, venting its anger at being wounded by Gao Ang and failing to capture him.

"If you won't give it to me, I'll take it myself!"

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon launched itself, pouncing and biting down on an adult werewolf.

But this was not enough; it wanted more.

"Enough! Roges! Return to your lair!"

The old werewolf's eyes bulged with rage. Standing before the Cliff Serpent-Dragon, he gripped the Oakwood Art staff tightly in both hands, and a huge, wolf-shaped spirit phantom appeared behind him.

The Cliff Serpent-Dragon circled the old werewolf once but did not attack.

Carrying the still-screaming and howling adult werewolf in its mouth, it slithered back toward the mountain cliff cave.

The old werewolf's aura dissipated, and his figure became even more hunched.

"I should never have picked up that dragon egg, never have hatched it, never have raised it to grow."

His heart was filled with regret.

This Cliff Serpent-Dragon was a sixteen-year-old young dragon, a ferocious monster raised personally by the old werewolf.

During an exploration in his early years, the old werewolf found an egg in a cave filled with bones. After bringing it back to his territory, he hatched the Cliff Serpent-Dragon.

Tribes living in the wilderness lacked rich knowledge about dragons.

He did not know this was a naturally vicious and bloodthirsty Cliff Serpent-Dragon; he merely saw it as a strange snake. Believing it had great potential, he thought to raise it from youth, tame it, and make it the tribe's guardian beast.

However.

Dragons like the Cliff Serpent-Dragon are vicious and cruel, yet possess intelligence.

When weak, it suppressed its ferocity as much as possible. Relying on the nurturing of the werewolf tribe, it gradually grew stronger and also slaughtered some external enemies for the werewolf tribe.

However.

As it gradually grew, it no longer held back; when enraged, it would devour even werewolves. Only the old werewolf who had raised it personally, relying on the affinity implanted by shamanic skills during its youth, could barely restrain it, but even that influence was waning day by day.

"Elder, it is becoming increasingly uncontrollable. The cost of raising it is too high."

"It was injured fighting an unknown dragon kind. Why not seize this opportunity, gather the tribe's warriors, and kill it?"

The current werewolf chieftain walked to the shaman's side, looked up at the dim cave in the cliff face, and spoke in a deep voice.

The shaman was the oldest, a Venerable and respected elder in the tribe, holding the highest prestige.

"Ambushing Rogues is too dangerous; the losses would be extremely heavy, perhaps causing the tribe to collapse and vanish into the wilderness." The old werewolf shaman thought for a moment, then said.

Werewolf Chieftain: "Elder, make a decision soon."

"If the cost of ambushing it is too high, we can only abandon Crescent Moon Valley and relocate elsewhere."

"In any case, we can no longer share the same territory with it; otherwise, who knows on what day it might go mad and devour us all."

The old shaman nodded, his voice somewhat weary: "I know. Trust me, in any case, I will never let my people reach a dead-end fate."

The werewolf chieftain nodded, said no more, glanced at the cave a few times, then turned to soothe the frightened tribe members.

Their emotions must not fluctuate too much.

Otherwise, they will turn into giant wolf beasts, and might not be able to revert.

Meanwhile, the old shaman looked up at the quiet night sky, and suddenly a dragon shadow that had swept across the sky before floated into his mind.

The Cliff Dragon Snakes chased eagerly, then returned in a fury.

One of their tails was even broken off.

They must have been thoroughly defeated.

Perhaps we can borrow the power of the dragon kind? the old shaman thought.

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