stjorthotic Chapter 1947 - 1936: Black Dragon's Resurrection
Chapter 1947 - 1936: Black Dragon's Resurrection
Apart from the corrosion, the temperature of the flame is extremely high, as evident from the lava splattering onto the ground.The ground beneath Ning Fan's feet began to sizzle and smoke, as the flame flowed and softened the surface like asphalt, turning into golden magma.
With the spiritual energy protecting him, apart from the scorching heat, Ning Fan was not in any life-threatening danger.
"This must be the signature skill of the Western Dragon Clan—Dragon Flame. But why does it feel like spit to me?"
Ning Fan suddenly thought of this.
Imagining himself enveloped in a mass of spit, Ning Fan instantly overcame his fear of the Black Dragon.
Actually, it wasn't fear; it was just a momentary lapse of composure.
Who would have thought that this supposedly dead Black Dragon would come back to life and spit "phlegm" at Ning Fan?
"Pah! That's freaking disgusting."
Even though he switched to internal breathing, Ning Fan could seem to smell a stench.
In a flash of white light, the dragon magma, resembling lava, slid off Ning Fan's spiritual qi shield.
With a sizzling sound, dense smoke rose, and the softened ground bubbled outward.
Seeing this, the Black Dragon's lantern-sized eyes, with spindle-shaped pupils, suddenly rounded, as its pitch-black pupils resembled deep, dark holes.
The Black Dragon seemed perplexed as to why the creature before it hadn't been burned to ash by the dragon flame.
"Dare to spit at me."
Feeling disgusted, Ning Fan wanted to vent his anger.
Spiritual energy transformed into a sharp arrow, aimed at the Black Dragon's eyes.
The bewildered Black Dragon didn't react at all, or it simply never expected that the bug before it dared to fight back.
At such close range, the spiritual qi arrow attacked instantaneously, effortlessly piercing the Black Dragon's left eye.
With a bang, the spiritual qi arrow exploded, blasting a fist-sized hole in the left eye.
The blood splattering from the hole shot out like a high-pressure water jet.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Ning Fan seemed to see the Black Dragon's right eye transform into a shimmering spring, crystal clear, looking oddly cute in contrast.
Soon, Ning Fan realized this wasn't an illusion, as large tears rolled from the Black Dragon's right eye.
"Is this creature crying?"
As Ning Fan stood there with a peculiar expression, he suddenly felt as if he were in the center of a hurricane, and the next moment, his body was involuntarily lifted into the air.
Then came an earsplitting howl.
Flying through the air, Ning Fan distinctly saw a visible shockwave erupt from the Black Dragon's mouth.
With continuous booming explosions, as the shockwave spread in all directions, its force even ruptured the air around.
Invisible waves of air appeared as milky white air currents.
"No wonder it's the ultimate creature, with just a mouth it has the effect of an air cannon."
A flash of astonishment crossed Ning Fan's mind, then he focused on divine power.
Despite the divine blood at the heart still channeling trickles of divine power into the meridians,
the divine power that once entered the Black Dragon seemed to have vanished without a trace.
"Is this damned divine power actually healing the Black Dragon's wounds?"
It's no wonder Ning Fan thought this because the Black Dragon, once sprawled out, was now struggling to stand.
Despite its figure being somewhat wobbly, the back half still lying flat,
but with its head held high and neck upright, it clearly indicated the Black Dragon had come back to life.
Furthermore, Ning Fan noticed that the wound on the Black Dragon's heart showed no signs of dragon blood flowing out.
But the wound on its left eye still bled profusely,
Ning Fan's previous blow had indeed blown out its left eye, making it truly a cyclops.
How painful it is to have an eyeball burst, Ning Fan couldn't tell,
Yet noticing the intact right eye of the Black Dragon still shimmering like a spring, Ning Fan guessed it must be excruciating.
Looking at the large tears dropping down, Ning Fan couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The scene before him was truly too amusing.
The sight of the Black Dragon shedding tears, combined with its harsh and sinister aura, was oddly discordant.
It was like a merciless, wicked criminal, but now bawling like a child.
This spectacle was truly ridiculous.
As if hearing Ning Fan's laughter, the Black Dragon suddenly turned its head, glaring at Ning Fan with its intact right eye, then blurted incoherent words.
Though Ning Fan couldn't understand the Dragon Clan language, judging by the Black Dragon's furious expression, he knew it was nothing good.
"Crying and cursing... this is the ultimate creature."
Ning Fan's eyes filled with intrigue, but his hands moved swiftly.
The spiritual qi arrow silently aimed at the Black Dragon's right eye.
At this moment, the Black Dragon curled the corner of its mouth, seemingly mocking something.
Noticing this, Ning Fan felt a pit in his stomach, a bad omen washed over him.
The Black Dragon seemed capable of accurately perceiving Ning Fan's attack route.
As the spiritual qi arrow was about to fly into the right eye, the Black Dragon gently closed its eye, then...
And then, there was no then.
Ning Fan only heard a clang of metallic collision, and looking at the Black Dragon's eyelid, there wasn't even a mark.
"Attack ineffective."
Realizing this, Ning Fan felt completely disheartened.
The Western Dragons, as legendary ultimate creatures, weren't renowned for their exceptional magical prowess.
In fact, Western Dragons solely rely on their racial talents; in magic, they're less skilled than humans.
The Blood Clan also relies on racial talents, but compared to Western Dragons, they're inferior by many degrees.
The Blood Clan aren't truly immortal; they merely live long, often counting by millennia, creating an external misconception.
Western Dragons also belong to longevity species, with lifespans far surpassing the Blood Clan, counting by tens of thousands of years.
A thousand-year-old Blood Clan elder is merely an infant in the eyes of the Western Dragon Clan.
Both Blood Clan and Dragon Clan can gain magic power without cultivation.
Yet their speed and reserve in accumulating magic power are worlds apart.
Besides that, Western Dragons have a high resistance to various spells, and their scales possess excellent physical defense; without a divine weapon, it's hard to break their defense.
This is evident from the Black Dragon before Ning Fan.
Though its wounds were numerous and appeared terrifying, they were actually nothing.
Aside from the fatal injury at the Black Dragon's heart, the most severe injury Ning Fan had seen was merely a scratch on its scales.
For humans, it was just scraped skin, and not even bleeding.
It is this formidable innate asset of the Western Dragon Clan that earns them the title of ultimate creatures.
At this moment, Ning Fan successfully angered a Black Dragon with power akin to that of a god.
The Black Dragon ceased its tears, its pupils once again transforming into spindles.
Fierce, cold, ruthless...
From the Black Dragon's gaze, Ning Fan read this series of extreme negative emotions.
"Brother Black Dragon, can we talk this out? After all, I saved your life once. How about we call it even?"