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Deep down the sloping path of the fortress, swarms of Mourning Dragons surged forth like a tide of blackness!

These Mourning Dragons were all cloaked in Bat Monster Shadows, their evil Qi soaring to the heavens, sending shivers down one’s spine!

The Ice Morning White Dragon had destroyed all the Mourning Dragons that had burst out of the barn, dealing with them swiftly, yet the number of Mourning Dragons lurking within Stone Village was far greater than imagined!

“Bai Qi, block them!”

After Zhu Minglang spoke, he ran towards the old well he had uncovered.

The well was filled with corpses, reeking to high heaven, but Zhu Minglang carefully scanned the scene, noticing a petite woman moving gently among several broken bodies. She looked up timidly through the gap between two corpses and saw Zhu Minglang.

“Follow me quickly,” Zhu Minglang said as he reached out to the small-statured woman.

The woman was a survivor of Stone Village; she had heard the conversations outside from within the well, as well as Zhu Minglang’s footsteps.

When the Mourning Dragons emulated human cries for help at the barn, she instinctively warned Zhu Minglang to run, not wanting to see anyone else from the village trapped by these dragons.

The woman was somewhat scared; she didn’t know if she should leave the well.

“Come on, I’m a Dragon Shepherd I can protect you. Staying here only leads to a dead end,” Zhu Minglang said.

Finally, the woman reached out her hand.

Zhu Minglang pulled her from the pile of corpses, only then noticing her leg was broken and she couldn’t walk on her own. Fortunately, the woman was young and light, so Zhu Minglang could carry her on his back with relative ease.

“Is… is that your dragon?” the girl glanced at the Ice Morning White Dragon, who was fighting a large group of Mourning Dragons.

The Mourning Dragons surged like a black frenzy, each one possessing fatal capabilities. They were extremely adept at cooperation, unafraid of creatures even higher in rank than themselves.

The cunning Shadow Funeral Dragons used various methods to besiege the Ice Morning White Dragon, but it had few weaknesses. Every use of the Ice Morning Method resulted in a group of Mourning Dragons being reduced to icy sludge, and those that stealthily disguised themselves or approached under the cover of nightfall found it hard to survive against the Ice Morning White Dragon’s slender, agile, and deadly tail!

The Ice Morning White Dragon faced the hundredfold horror of the Mourning Dragon tide single-handedly, the formidable waves stilled as white frost froze over the vast Stone Village, forming insurmountable walls of icy mountains one after another!

Starstones plummeted from the night sky, striking Stone Village, shattering homes and pulverizing the Mourning Dragons. For the girl, the Mourning Dragons were a nightmare, and to them, the Ice Morning White Dragon was a slaughtering demon mercilessly eradicating their existence!!

Still, even then, Zhu Minglang wasn’t overly optimistic.

Shadow Funeral Dragons, numerous in number, continued to growl from within the fortress depths, and the one that had mimicked human cries before now stood atop the stone hillock using a strange call to summon the horde of Mourning Dragons.

From caves that once stored food, Mourning Dragons with blood-red Demon Patterns emerged, gliding out from the mountain caves, their wings like those of ghastly bat monsters, their claws merged with their wing-skin, and their lower limbs like a hawk’s, equipped with hooks.

The night was pitch-black, and these blood-red Demon Pattern Dragons were awakened. Though not highly cultivated, their numbers were shocking, circling over Stone Village, forming a vast whirlpool of black wing bones that made one’s scalp tingle!

Zhu Minglang, upon seeing the situation, decisively carried the injured girl on his back and ran towards the clearing.

Underneath the surrounding barns, Mourning Dragons with spider-like legs silently pounced. A Charming Shadow appeared on Zhu Minglang’s body, and right after, his speed became extremely fast, resembling a ghost as he drifted out of the encirclement of these spider-legged Mourning Dragons.

The spider-legged Mourning Dragons pursued relentlessly. Just as they lined up in pursuit, Zhu Minglang’s fingers twitched, and he fiercely swung towards these spider-legged Mourning Dragons.

A dazzling sword light shone, slicing straight through the air; the Sword Spirit Dragon, under Zhu Minglang’s guidance, attacked swiftly, cleaving several Mourning Dragons directly in half…

“Is this also… also your brother’s dragon?” the girl asked with her pale purple eyes fixed on the Sword Spirit Dragon.

At this time, the Sword Spirit Dragon was accompanying Zhu Minglang on his left and right. Whenever a Mourning Dragon approached, the Sword Spirit Dragon would strike like lightning, killing these encircling Mourning Dragons. Each sword stroke meant at least the death of one Mourning Dragon, and with precise angle, he could instantly chop down several Mourning Dragons!

“Its name is Mo Ye. With them here, you won’t die,” Zhu Minglang said.

“But no one else survived, I should join them… I just don’t know how to end it. I lay with them, whispering softly to them. My uncles and aunts told me not to make a sound, but I don’t want to see anyone else end up like Brother Geng and the others,” the girl whispered faintly.

Her tone was like she was talking to herself, which made Zhu Minglang somewhat confused.

Was she lying among a pile of corpses, and how were her so-called uncles and aunts communicating with her?

Her mind must be somewhat deranged. After all, hiding among a heap of her own kinsmen’s dismembered corpses would scare even a normal adult out of their wits, let alone a girl in the flower of her youth.

But no matter what, she was willing to expose herself to warn him.

That was rare indeed.

Not everyone, having suffered such hardships, still harbors kindness and possesses such courage.

“Zhu Minglang, we are surrounded,” Nan Yuso glanced at the sky, her deep revulsion evident towards those bat-like, ugly Mourning Dragons.

“Bai Qi is holding back the swarm of Mourning Dragons behind us. Let’s fight our way out.” Zhu Minglang, carrying the girl, ran towards where Li Xinghua and the Beast were.

The Beast was already panicking, even kneeling on the ground with all four limbs, trembling at the terrifying presence of the Mourning Dragons.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly summoned the Divine Green Holy Dragon to help Li Xinghua and the village girl up onto the back of the Divine Green Holy Dragon.

“I’ll clear the path, can you handle those Blood Wing Funeral Dragons in the sky?” Nan Yuso said.

Nan Yuso stretched out her palm, in the center of which a bright and intense flame appeared. The flame danced in mid-air, transforming into a massive fire totem.

Within the totem, a majestic Kirin burst forth, its body blazing with flames, its golden pupils shining with scorching brilliance.

The Kirin Dragon was brilliantly luminous against the night sky. It ran along the village path, leaving fiery hoof tracks on the ground that stretched into a long trail of fire. The encroaching Shadow Funeral Dragons, pushed back by the intense flames emitted by the Kirin Dragon, finally left the space in front of the gate clear for passage.

Nan Yuso stood on the back of the Kirin Dragon, flames blazing around her, highlighting her graceful figure, making her appear like a fairy from God Fire Mountain, noble and powerful.