Chapter 68: Luo Si Dragon Bomber (Request Subscription)

Luo Si locked his gaze tightly on the Cliff Serpent Dragon; as it tried to retreat, he spat a lightning-fire dragon breath—fast and far-reaching—forcing it to respond.

The lightning-fire dragon breath carved a brilliant trail through the night sky, streaking toward the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

It barely dodged, twisting its body violently; though it avoided the breath, its previously staunched wound tore open again, sending waves of searing pain through it.

“I’ll swallow you alive and tear you apart!”

The Cliff Serpent Dragon hissed and flew toward Luo Si, but Luo Si spread his wings wide and withdrew once more.

Though his body was coated in toxic blood, numbing and slowing his wings, it wasn’t enough to rob him of mobility—and with its injuries, the Cliff Serpent Dragon was even slower, still unable to catch him.

For a moment, the Cliff Serpent Dragon couldn’t fathom what Luo Si intended.

It let out a few furious hisses, then dove downward, its long body skimming the ground as it slithered between hills thick with ancient trees, like a nimble serpent—every creature of lower rank it passed fled in panic, birds and beasts scattering.

Ground obstacles would obscure vision.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon realized its aerial maneuverability was inferior to Luo Si’s, so it landed.

Luo Si’s dragon eyes reflected the serpent’s winding form on the ground; he folded his wings and dove after it.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon watched Luo Si’s shadow glide across the night sky, thrust out its long tongue, coiled its body, ready to strike, and exuded thick venomous mist that withered and stripped every leaf and branch around it.

But.

At a hundred meters above ground, Luo Si suddenly leveled off, hurtling parallel to the earth instead of diving.

Dozens of dragon scales, hardened and glowing crimson by air friction and magical energy, erupted from his body like a storm, raining down en masse onto the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Huge fireballs erupted across the ground, rolling heat and thick smoke surging skyward—this carpet bombing, broader than dragon breath, left the Cliff Serpent Dragon no matter how agile it was unable to fully evade; it scurried in panic, eventually swallowed by flame.

The ground was blasted into charred craters and gouged into trenches.

When the Cliff Serpent Dragon burst from the flames, rolled over, and smothered the lingering fire, it revealed a battered, broken form.

Flames had left vast, charred, smoke-blackened marks across its body.

The blast waves had torn off some of its scales.

Sharp, jagged fragments remained embedded in its flesh.

“Sssssss—”

The Cliff Serpent Dragon hissed in fury, lifting its head.

But before it could spot Luo Si, another rain of dragon scales rained down upon it.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Shards pierced its flesh, bursting into bloody blooms; the explosions ignited flame once more, engulfing it again.

Luo Si spread his wings, soaring and circling at high speed through the air; his erupting scales heated from friction, crackling like popping embers, occasionally hissing as sparks flew—like red-hot iron plunged into cold water.

These scales, moving at their absolute limit, seemed ready to explode with every glance.

They poured out in dense waves from Luo Si, falling upon the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

Landing on the ground had been a fatal mistake—the Cliff Serpent Dragon was being bombarded like a bomber by Luo Si’s erupting scales, crushed beneath relentless fire, unable to rise; whenever it tried to take flight, dense volleys of scales or dragon breath met it head-on, slamming it back to earth.

In its prime,

the Cliff Serpent Dragon could have relied on bursts of speed to evade.

But it had been wounded early by Luo Si, and after prolonged combat, it could no longer break away.

This was precisely the battle strategy Luo Si had devised before heading toward New Moon Valley.

First, strike hard and wound the Cliff Serpent Dragon in one furious wave—no lingering, no hesitation. Then, while his poison resistance remained strong, shift to ranged attacks: enemy advances, I retreat; enemy retreats, I advance; enemy tires, I strike.

The ground cracked and collapsed; ancient trees blazed like torches.

Even with a dragon’s vigorous life force, no creature could withstand such relentless bombardment—the Cliff Serpent Dragon’s breath grew fainter.

As a fire-type dragon, it had high resistance to flame damage, but the true lethality of erupting scales lay not in fire, but in the explosive shockwaves and the shrapnel-like scale fragments embedded within.

Luo Si swept across the night sky again, shaking his body.

Only a few scattered scales spun out, striking the ground and detonating into fire.

Turning his head, Luo Si realized his erupting scales were nearly exhausted—the saturation bombing had drained them heavily.

Only when all the dull, unremarkable erupting scales had fallen did the true scales of the Crimson Dragon reveal themselves.

Each scale shimmered with a dull silver luster, reflecting moonlight like supreme obsidian, forged as if from steel, radiating an unbreakable metallic texture, crisscrossed with glowing dark-red veins like molten lava flowing across its body.

Powerful, majestic, radiating dragon aura.

One could say Luo Si had only now revealed his true health bar.

But the Cliff Serpent Dragon was nearly done.

A massive black-and-red dragon shadow loomed high in the night sky.

Its enormous wings blotted out the moon, casting a shadow that engulfed the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

At this moment, the Cliff Serpent Dragon’s scales were shattered and scattered, its flesh torn open, its venom at its most potent and thick, barely clinging to life.

It glared at Luo Si with hatred and unwillingness.

It swayed, its upper body lifting slightly—then collapsed heavily to the ground, unconscious.

Not dead. Just unconscious.

Take it? Capture it? Restrict its suicide? Drain its venom continuously to boost my poison resistance?

Luo Si narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, and spat a spherical ball of lightning-fire dragon breath at the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

Ssshh— the nearly dead Cliff Serpent Dragon suddenly snapped open its blood-red eyes, twisted its long body to dodge the breath, then fixed its gaze on Luo Si, hissing in rage.

It had feigned death to lure Luo Si closer, planning to strike back with its peak venom.

But Luo Si didn’t fall for it—he fired a ranged finishing blow.

Like a final surge of life, the Cliff Serpent Dragon’s wounded body erupted with strength, lunging at Luo Si—but mid-air, it suddenly turned and fled toward New Moon Valley.

“Aren’t the transmissions supposed to say that when a Serpent Dragon is mortally wounded, it commits suicide and curses its enemy?”

“Its will to live is stronger than I thought.”

“Did I not push it to its limit? Or is this an individual difference?”

Luo Si thought, leaning toward the latter.

The transmissions’ knowledge was based on general impressions of an entire species; when applied to individuals, it was less accurate—not to be fully trusted.

Luo Si pursued the Cliff Serpent Dragon calmly, without haste.

He didn’t rush to close in and kill it—stability came first. He used dragon breath, the Silver Frost Ring, and other ranged attacks to exhaust it further, watching its condition steadily decline.

One chased, one fled.

Since their earlier struggle hadn’t taken them far, the Cliff Serpent Dragon, dragging its grievous wounds, soon landed in New Moon Valley.

At that moment, the Moon Howler tribe’s werewolves had gathered, ready for battle; some stared at the Cliff Serpent Dragon, others looked skyward, noticing the rapidly approaching black-and-red dragon shadow.

It landed before the Old Shaman.

The Cliff Serpent Dragon hissed: “Stop it! Kill it! It is my enemy!”

The “it” was unmistakably Luo Si.

Meanwhile, Luo Si had arrived at New Moon Valley and circled above.

“What is the relationship between these werewolves and the Cliff Serpent Dragon?”

Luo Si thought, deciding to rely on his aerial advantage—use ranged attacks to drain and kill the Cliff Serpent Dragon. The werewolves couldn’t fly; they posed little threat.

But to Luo Si’s surprise,

he saw that as the Cliff Serpent Dragon twisted its body, seeking aid from the Old Shaman, the Old Shaman suddenly glowed with white light, transforming into a colossal spectral wolf, and slammed one massive paw onto the Cliff Serpent Dragon’s head.

The damage was minor—but it stunned the Cliff Serpent Dragon.

(End of Chapter)