Chapter 98

Under the executive department's arranged aircraft, Li Ang quickly arrived in Monterey from New York.

Then, under the guidance of an executive department commissioner, he boarded a helicopter and flew toward the city's outskirts.

Looking down at the bustling yet chaotic mountain city beneath him, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

"If this were before my reincarnation, I'd never set foot in such a dangerous place in my entire life."

If one were to rank the power factions in the country where Li Ang now stood, it would essentially be military > drug cartels > police—clearly indicating how chaotic this nation was.

Of course, to him now, none of these posed any real danger.

Li Ang pulled his wandering thoughts back and turned to the executive department commissioner beside him: "How did you find this dragon tomb this time?"

In response to Li Ang's question, the executive department commissioner did not conceal anything: "In recent years, the frequency of dragon revival has been increasing. If this were elsewhere, it might be manageable, but on this continent—"

"Mr., you know the myths of this continent are steeped in bloody sacrifices."

The myths of the dragon race are essentially dragon history.

In the myths of the American continent, the gods favored blood sacrifice most—and those gods were none other than pure-blood dragons.

In other words, pure-blood dragons on this continent most favored blood sacrifice.

Unfortunately, it was the twenty-first century now; the unexplained disappearance of many people naturally drew the attention of law enforcement.

That's how the executive department uncovered the clues.

Li Ang naturally understood the commissioner's implication, but he had another question: "In a place like this, wouldn't it be fine to use high-yield alchemical missiles directly?"

Unlike America, in this chaotic land, there are a thousand ways to cover up the use of high-yield weapons.

Upon hearing this, the executive department commissioner froze: "This—"

"I don't know. I only know we were ordered to do it."

But upon hearing those words, Li Ang secretly raised his guard.

His first thought was Odin.

He knew the King of Sky and Wind had many tentacles within the Secret Party; though the probability was slim, he still had to guard against the man's schemes—even though, so far, he'd seen no signs of them.

Just then, the helicopter gradually neared its destination.

But when he saw the actual condition of the mission site, the executive department commissioner beside Li Ang suddenly turned pale: "How is it already out?! The estimated time was wrong!"

In his view, the open ground meant for helicopter landing was now in ruins, and a brown-skinned figure was chasing down an executive department commissioner in the clearing.

Without doubt, the target was the fourth-generation dragon.

"Mr., this—"

The executive department commissioner turned to ask Li Ang what to do next, only to find himself alone in the helicopter.

He spun around and saw that Li Ang, who had just been beside him, was now standing in the clearing.

"??"

In the dense rainforest, once-thick trees had been felled over a large area, clearing a flat open space.

Now, a group of executive department commissioners stood on edge, staring at the occasional dark Kong Dong at the clearing's center.

"Damn it, hasn't the promised support arrived yet?!"

"Just received word—they're on their way!"

Hearing this, everyone present turned grim.

"On their way, on their way—when exactly is 'on their way'?!"

As the executive department commissioners shouted among themselves, a tall brown-skinned man stepped out of the Kong Dong.

He looked at the group of commissioners and sneered: "Annoying vermin."

But upon seeing the figure, the commissioners first shrank their pupils, then broke into ecstatic grins: "Fire! Fire! He hasn't completed dragon transformation!"

The next instant, a hail of gunfire erupted like rain.

As is well known, dragons in their untransformed state lack formidable physical strength.

That's why the commissioners' faces lit up with joy.

Unfortunately—

Their calculations were doomed to fail.

With a cold snort, countless alchemical bullets halted midair beside the brown-skinned man, then wobbled and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the commissioners froze in stunned silence.

Without doubt, this was the power of a Yan Ling.

And a Yan Ling that specifically suppressed firearms.

The brown-skinned man now wore a mocking smile, his eyes glowing with dark gold as he scanned the group, then spat contemptuously: "Futile struggle."

"Mortals dare not gaze upon the face of a god."

As his words faded, invisible currents began to slowly accelerate the alchemical bullets on the ground.

Seeing this, the commissioners' pupils shrank: "Take cover!"

At that moment, they realized one thing: the opponent possessed at least two Yan Lings.

One for defense, and the other currently controlling metal objects on the ground.

No wonder this fourth-generation dragon dared to be so arrogant—stepping out of the dragon tomb without completing transformation.

Before the commissioners could ponder further, the alchemical bullets aimed at the brown-skinned man had all returned.

Boom—boom—boom—!

The ground erupted with dozens of small craters; many commissioners who failed to dodge lost combat capability.

The brown-skinned man showed no surprise at the damage he caused; he merely stared coldly, preparing to advance and finish off the fallen commissioners.

But just then, a massive tree trunk hurtled toward him, howling through the air.

He paused his movement and watched as the trunk shattered inch by inch before him.

"Weak hands."

The brown-skinned man fell silent, squinting slightly as he gazed at the pale figure slowly emerging from the rainforest.

Looking into the man's pale golden eyes, he said slowly: "I never expected one of you mutants to exist among this pack of vermin."

The newcomer was naturally Li Ang.

After seeing the scene in the clearing, he leapt from the helicopter—the height meant nothing to him now.

Upon hearing the brown-skinned man's words, Li Ang grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "Vermin?"

"Interesting."