Chapter 131

Faced with self-healing enemies, the best way is to incinerate them with fire, corrode them with acid, crush their bones to ashes, and use the method of "can it be put into the system backpack slot" to test whether the enemy is completely dead.

Li Ang, keeping a distance, used a triangular bone-tipped spear to cut the mountain spirit's body into pieces, pressing them against the remains through his gloves.

The mountain spirit's limbs and torso were easily put into the backpack slot, but the head, broken in half, suddenly exploded just as it was about to be put into the backpack slot, splitting into countless fine flesh sprouts in mid-air.

Like snakes, they crawled away in all directions, trying to escape.

"Splitting?"

Li Ang frowned, quickly took out a grenade launcher and bombarded the flesh sprouts all over the ground.

The grenade launcher's coverage was limited, and seeing many flesh sprouts escaping the explosion range and about to burrow into the ground,

a wooden arrow fell from the sky, exploding in mid-air and splitting into countless wooden pieces, accurately piercing all the flesh sprouts and pinning them to the ground.

After a short delay, all the wooden pieces exploded together, turning the pinned flesh sprouts to ashes.

Li Ang turned his head to look at the cliff, waved his hand, and walked straight to the center of the clearing, stepping over the mess.

At this time, the long pole in the center of the clearing was mostly submerged in white light, and countless slender beams of light were escaping from the holes on the surface of the pole.

The shouts of the epiphyllum patients who had been kidnapped here also became weak.

Many people with slightly weaker constitutions were frail and listless, almost fainting and collapsing to the ground, but they still held onto others' hands tightly, being carried along by the crowd, continuing to circle around.

"It's about time, it should end."

Li Ang took a deep breath, took out the palace lantern that had been stuck in the back of his clothes,

Holding the triangular bone-tipped spear in one hand through the thick hazmat gloves, and the blood worm crowbar in the other, he clamped the array eye long pole in the center of the circle and slowly pulled it out.

The long pole, made of an indistinguishable material, was pulled out of the ground, floating in the air as if it had no weight.

The inky clouds in the sky seemed to have triggered some mechanism, slowly stopping their rotation and spreading out a rolling black gas, rushing straight toward the long pole array eye in mid-air.

The circle of epiphyllum patients instantly stopped their circular movements.

Everyone released their hands at the same time, stopped shouting, and collapsed to the ground, falling into a coma.

Li Ang had a sudden inspiration and directly raised the palace lantern, walking towards the quiet, towering gate of mist.

As the distance shortened, the Bafang Mingyue palace lantern, which was originally gentle and even slightly dim, suddenly burst out with bright light.

The gate of mist melted instantly like snow meeting the scorching sun, revealing the spacious space inside.

The space inside the gate was much wider than it appeared from the outside, with no end in sight, far exceeding the capacity of the trench.

In the boundless space, stood an ancient architectural complex, full of classical charm, completely out of character with the trench outside.

Jade buildings and towers, magnificent and resplendent, with carved beams and painted rafters,

almost all structural forms of oriental high-rise buildings, mansions, palaces, and towers could be found in this dense building complex that stretched as far as the eye could see, and no words could adequately describe their grandeur.

Looking closely, one could see that a layer of mist permeated the bottom of these buildings, and the mist characteristics became more obvious the closer the buildings were to the edge.

Of course, the most shocking thing was the legendary life that lay prostrate on the buildings—

It was an unimaginably huge oriental dragon, its head resembling that of a crocodile, relatively long and thin,

with forked, jagged antlers on its head,

and long, pale ears with fluff inside growing under the antlers.

Below the lion-like nose stretched two long whiskers, and one could vaguely glimpse the neat, dense, and sharp fangs from its half-open mouth.

The dragon's long, snake-like body was covered with dark earth-colored, fine scales, and there was a flowing mane as red as blood on its back.

The dragon's body was at least ten meters in diameter, and as for its length, was it hundreds of meters? Thousands of meters? It was impossible to estimate.

Most of the dragon's body was hidden in the jade buildings and towers, and the smaller part of the dragon's body that was exposed above the rooftops had mist-like characteristics, almost blending into the thick fog that permeated the building complex.

Only the head was visible, not the tail.

The sleeping oriental dragon rested its huge head, adorned with a crystal crown, on the golden tiles of the palace dome.

With each breath, the dragon's head swayed slowly, and thick fog spewed out from its nostrils, merging into the building complex.

For the oriental people who regarded the dragon as a cultural totem, this sleeping mythical creature had unparalleled significance.

'This is, a shenlong.'

Li Ang's body trembled slightly.

This was not only excitement at seeing a mythical creature,

but also trembling at the ancient and simple aura it possessed.

The dragon is the chief of scaled insects, controlling clouds, rain, warding off evil, avoiding disasters, and praying for blessings.

The trace of divinity given by the swamp reindeer did not diminish Li Ang's shock at seeing the dragon with his own eyes, but rather increased his reverence for the shenlong—

reverence for the powerful limits that life could reach, and for the ancient and barbaric history itself.

"Hoo"

Li Ang, enduring the pressure, stepped towards the front of the palace step by step,

using the palace lantern in his hand to dispel the dense fog that was almost materialized on the ground.

At this moment, several players on the cliff also descended to the bottom of the trench, keeping a distance of a kilometer from Li Ang, watching over the comatose epiphyllum patients.

After a long time, Li Ang finally stood below the palace—only then could he truly appreciate the palace's grandeur and the dragon's immensity.

Li Ang did his best to barely move his gaze away from the dragon.

He held the palace lantern and lowered his head,

watching out of the corner of his eye as a tentacle grew out of the dark clouds in the sky, spreading from the channel opened by the palace lantern,

slowly flying towards the flat crown on top of the dragon's head, which was crudely made, almost like a whole piece of uncarved crystal.

The semi-transparent crown, which was already slightly gray, immediately took on an indelible black color after coming into contact with the dark clouds.

The pitch-black impurities slowly and steadily permeated the crystal crown, determined to completely soak it through.

One second, two seconds, time slowly passed, and everyone was waiting for the moment when the black clouds completely dyed the crown.

Tap, tap, tap.

In the fog realm, which was almost absolutely silent except for the dragon's breathing, light but extremely clear footsteps sounded.

A cold current instantly surged through Li Ang's spine. He held the palace lantern, his eyes wide open, looking towards the direction from which the pitch-black footsteps came, and his figure retreated dozens of meters in an instant.

"Are you, hiding from me?"

A childish female voice with a strange accent rang out behind Li Ang. Li Ang's neck felt cold, and he suddenly turned around, the palace lantern in his hand illuminating the darkness behind him.