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“Coo coo”

The Mourning Dragon made a sound like a furnace stoking, its chest visibly undulating rapidly as something seemed to spread from its lungs to its limbs!

Its limbs, as robust as a leopard’s, exuded a terrifyingly cold aura when that bizarre power reached them, causing even its eyes to flash with demon light.

The Divine Green Holy Dragon stood in front of Zhu Minglang, surrounded by countless green vines slowly growing, with the thriving force of life spreading over the land it touched.

“Coo!”

The Mourning Dragon sprang into action, shrouded in a black bat-like monster shadow that lent an eerie quality to its attacks, reminiscent of an evil bat swooping down on its prey in the night!

The Divine Green Holy Dragon erected a wall of vines which, regrettably, acted a bit too slowly, allowing the Mourning Dragon to leap right over it.

The Divine Green Holy Dragon hastily flapped its wings to take flight, but just then, Zhu Minglang said, “We can’t dodge it.”

If the Divine Green Holy Dragon were to take to the sky now, it would be directly caught by the neck by the Mourning Dragon. Such creatures, once they sink their shockingly powerful bite into their prey, will not let go unless the prey stops breathing.

The Divine Green Holy Dragon no longer tried to ascend, but instead furiously flapped its wings, lifting the rocks and dirt from the ground and hurling them at the ferocious Mourning Dragon.

The Mourning Dragon moved in bizarre patterns, able to sprint along vertical cliffs. It dodged the sweeping debris and leapt directly from one side of the cliff to the other, changing angles drastically in an extreme burst of speed to dive and slash at the throat!

The Divine Green Holy Dragon decided not to retreat and instead lunged forward. With the Bloodline of the Forest Giant Dragon, it did not fear close combat. Many parts of its body were wooden and exceptionally hard while its claws retained the sharpness and agility of a dragon predator.

It first used its woody feathers to bear the brunt of the Mourning Dragon’s claws and immediately tore at the Mourning Dragon’s back with its own claws. The Mourning Dragon was quite agile, and slippery like an eel, twisting and turning over the body of the Divine Green Holy Dragon. It crawled in an inconceivable manner to the head of the Divine Green Holy Dragon and jabbed its claws directly at the eyes of the Divine Green Holy Dragon.

The vines that grew all over the Divine Green Holy Dragon could not bind the Mourning Dragon, which seemed to understand contortion, using its size to continually entangle the larger dragon and then viciously attacking the vulnerable parts like the eyes, throat, and beneath the wings.

Cunning, deceitful, ferocious!

This was Zhu Minglang’s assessment of the Mourning Dragon. Despite being inferior in cultivation base to the Divine Green Holy Dragon, the Mourning Dragon was still causing significant trouble. If not for the head of the Divine Green Holy Dragon also being woody and its eyelids tougher than those of ordinary dragon beasts, the Divine Green Holy Dragon would have been turned into a one-eyed dragon by now.

“This creature is very tricky,” Zhu Minglang observed, trying to find some weakness in the Mourning Dragon. Otherwise, before the domain of the Divine Green Holy Dragon could fully expand, it would be at a great disadvantage.

Just then, a chilling sensation crawled over the back of Zhu Minglang’s neck, and such an ominous premonition arose that goosebumps spread all over his body.

Behind Zhu Minglang, at the blind spot where the tall wooden gate wall met the cliff, a bat monster shadow was slowly emerging, and a pair of cold, malicious eyes were fixated on the utterly unguarded Zhu Minglang.

There was another Mourning Dragon!

It was hiding right beside him!

The Mourning Dragon fighting the Divine Green Holy Dragon was merely a distraction to ensure Zhu Minglang had no other defenses!

Zhu Minglang felt a sudden panic as he realized he hadn’t considered that if one Mourning Dragon could elude his senses, there might be a second or a third!

Another pair of eyes, like venomous snakes hidden beneath the cliff’s vines, appeared on Zhu Minglang’s other side.

Zhu Minglang was greatly startled!

He only had time to summon one dragon from the Spirit Realm…

Even if it were the Sword Spirit Dragon, it could only block the attack of one Mourning Dragon in this instant. The positions of the two deceptively hidden Mourning Dragons were very sinister!

A Dragon Shepherd couldn’t summon two dragons at the same time.

One Spirit Contract corresponded to one mark; at this moment, Zhu Minglang could only summon the Sword Spirit Dragon, unable to call upon the Lei Cang Violent Dragon…

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Just then, the Ice Morning White Dragon, in the midst of bloodline reconstruction, suddenly opened its eyes as if it sensed Zhu Minglang’s crisis.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly changed the Spirit Contract, and slammed the Ice Morning Mark on the palm of his hand onto the ground. Instantly, a frost storm swept out from the mark under his feet. Bitter cold air instantly turned everything within a hundred meters into solid ice!

The power of the mighty chill breath couldn’t stop the attacks of the two Mourning Dragons. They attacked from two entirely different directions and angles, forcing Zhu Minglang to turn his body sideways and watch their movements closely.

The Ice Morning White Dragon descended from within the frost mark, its numerous feathers dropping like Holy Spirits.

Cold eyes fixed on the second Mourning Dragon to Zhu Minglang’s left rear; this Mourning Dragon had a noticeably higher cultivation base, and the terrible Bat Monster Shadow on its body gave a chilling sense of dread!

The gaze hardened, as if a sudden arctic calamity descended, instantly sealing mountains and land within thick ice crystals.

The Mourning Dragon flew in attack, but its body turned into an ice sculpture mid-air and then smashed heavily at the feet of the Ice Morning White Dragon.

At the same time, another Mourning Dragon was getting very close. Its target was not the Ice Morning White Dragon, but Zhu Minglang.

In front of Zhu Minglang, there was a patch of white feathers, the Storm Phantom Feathers, which grew stronger as Little White grew and evolved, and their power was considerable.

Yet, these sharp feathers nearly sliced the Mourning Dragon in half; however, its fangs still bit towards Zhu Minglang!

Zhu Minglang then noticed that the strange Demon Shadow seemed to have endowed the Mourning Dragons with zombie warrior-like power. Even if their bodies were flayed to the bone, their skeletons would still bite at the living!

“Whoosh!”

A slender tail transformed into a shadow of white, its sting sharp as a scorpion’s, striking with unparalleled precision at the head of the half-body Mourning Dragon!

The head of the Mourning Dragon was pierced straight through. Death, decay, and the poison of the icy void spread in an instant, causing the Demon Shadow clinging to the Mourning Dragon to instantly disappear, and even more rapidly turned these fangs and fierce skull into a skeleton!

Several bones flew over, and Zhu Minglang’s neck was already covered with cold sweat.

Only Little White could kill the two Mourning Dragons that were so close in such a short time; fortunately, he had not summoned the Sword Spirit Dragon.

Because even if the Sword Spirit Dragon had slain them, the two Mourning Dragons would still have bitten fiercely even if decapitated, fighting back with terrifying ferocity just before death, to say nothing of these bizarre Mourning Dragons!