Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
However, she would be very lucky to even walk away alive now.
Luckily, Demonic Blood Dragon didn’t see Feng Wu and Feng Xun as its match. Perhaps in its eyes, the two human beings were nothing more than a couple of ants.
All of a sudden!
Up in the air —
Demonic Blood Dragon turned its sharp gaze on Glory King Tiger!
The dragon’s enormous body flew across the sky like a meteorite and charged down at the ground!
Closer!
Closer!
Feng Wu felt a gust of wind blowing against her face!
It was as if little sharp blades were slicing her cheeks, and the pain brought tears to her eyes!
When she opened her eyes, she saw Demonic Blood Dragon’s gigantic claws smash down at the tiger’s head!
“Isn’t the tiger dead already? Does that Demonic Blood Dragon have a thing about abusing a corpse? That dead body is so valuable!” Feng Xun said in vexation.
“Maybe that Glory King Tiger is faking it. If I were that dragon, I’d keep attacking as well, until I was sure that my enemy is dead,” said Feng Wu matter-of-factly.
Feng Wu had barely finished her sentence when —
That Glory King Tiger, which had stopped breathing, clenched its paws!
Boom!
A streak of black mist frantically shot up to wrap around Demonic Blood Dragon!
The dragon looked frightened!
For as soon as that black fog surrounded it, it felt its spiritual essence being sucked out of its body at a tremendous speed. Instantly, a third of its strength was gone!
Horrified, the dragon didn’t dare linger. It promptly tried to fly higher!
However, the tiger looked up at that moment and stared at the dragon with a cold, malicious look in its eyes!
In the tiger’s front paw was a black belt, which it had hooked onto Demonic Blood Dragon. No matter how hard the dragon struggled, it couldn’t break free.
Hindered by that black belt, spiritual essence kept getting sucked out of Demonic Blood Dragon!
Everyone could sense the dragon’s fright and fury!
Feng Wu and Feng Xun watched this with their mouths open.
Feng Xun said, “… So, the tiger was faking it.”
Feng Wu nodded.
“Will things turn around? That tiger is going to kill that dragon, isn’t it?” Feng Xun asked involuntarily.
Feng Wu said quietly, “No.”
“What?”
“That tiger is like a spent arrow; what it’s doing is squeezing out the last bit of its berserk power. It won’t last much longer…” Feng Wu sighed.
“So, the dragon is going to win, after all?” Feng Xun asked.
Feng Wu nodded.
A notion struck Feng Xun at that moment and he smacked his own forehead. “What’s wrong with me? Why am I consulting you about such a difficult problem? You’re a little good-for-nothing. What do you know?”
Feng Wu didn’t know what to say.
Just then, they saw the black belt in Glory King Tiger’s paw grow thinner until it dissipated completely…
The tiger itself also exhausted the last bit of its strength and fell backwards with a loud thump.
“Is it really dead now?” Feng Xun asked, sounding uncertain.
“It’s really dead.”
“Is it going to trick the dragon again?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Feng Wu said, “Because before, it only buried its head in the soil and exposed its back. But now, it has fallen back and is lying on its back.”
“I see!” Feng Xun saw the light suddenly. “It’s the same with the azure-eyed cat I keep at home. It’ll show you its belly when it feels safe around you, for the belly is the softest part of a magical beast’s body, as well as its weakest point.”
