After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up-Chapter 103.4

No Doubt, It was the Dragon (4)

His voice was extremely cold, and he said in a hoarse voice, “What do you mean?”

A strange sense of anxiety grew deep in his heart.

It was as if an invisible hand opened up, slowly squeezed his heart, and began injecting suffocating venom into it.

The black-robed man cackled.

Like a madman.

“It’s okay. It’s normal that you can’t understand.”

“This phenomenon that should not appear will end today and be cut off completely.”

“I will show the real and ugly side of this world.”

“Humankind’s truest and ugliest side.”

“Greed and viciousness.”

The black-robed man’s eyes fell on the mercenaries.

He settled his eyes on Mu Heng and said slowly, meaningfully, “Betrayal and wrath.”

Mu Heng’s voice became cold and harsh, like a sharp blade of hardened ice. “What exactly are you saying?”

The black-robed man let out a giggle.

“I have such great power that I can kill all your team members, but do you know why I have to fight you?”

There was an unconcealed pleasure in his voice. “To hold you back, naturally.”

“Shh, wait for it. It’s almost done.”

The black-robed man’s attack became even more terrifying and frantic as if he didn’t care about his body, which was slowly crumbling, all to drag Mu Heng in place.

“Look–”

He looked behind Mu Heng.

Mu Heng’s pupils shrank and he looked sharply behind.

All the combat members of the medical unit were dead and Shi An was the only one lying unconscious.

A team of heavily armed mercenaries was approaching him.

Seeing the black-robed man holding Mu Heng back, Xu Feng began to command a team of mercenaries and acted according to the previous plan.

They could see the young man’s unconscious and slender form in the well-protected hideout.

Intense greed burned at the bottom of their hearts.

That’s him.

That’s the dragon.

The dragon was ours.

The mercenaries carried gems that obscured their breath and ensured they could sneak closer in the middle of the battle without being detected by Mu Heng. ＲäΝօＢƐȿ

They didn’t need to attract Mu Heng’s attention in this situation.

The goal of this battle was obvious all along.

It was the dragon and only the dragon.

The rest were all accessories.

Soon, they finally approached the place. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

After a melee, most of the team members had died, and a few had been forced to retreat to protect the medics and researchers who could not fight, leaving only the unconscious young human man lying quietly in place.

His face was pale and serene as if he had fallen into a dream from which he could never wake.

The mercenary in the lead pulled out the dagger from his arms with mad greed on his face.

The metal, made of particular ore and enchanted by magic, appeared pitted and rough, but the tip was sharpened and shiny.

All this was reflected in the bottom of Mu Heng’s eyes.

His pupils shrank to the point of a needle, and an angry, cold and cruel roar spilled from his throat. “No–”

The black-robed man was caught off guard by the other party’s sudden burst of a powerful force and promptly thumped back a few steps.

He was very surprised, not expecting Mu Heng to be able to tear through the magic net he had woven–

However, the black-robed man did not go after him.

He stood in place, folded his hands into his sleeves, with a grim and quick smile on his face.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s already enough.”

The pile of treasure behind him had already sucked enough blood, and half of the volcanic crater was dyed blood red.

The sharp dagger fell straight down, stabbing the young man’s heart.

It was as if the passage of time had changed instantly, slower, sluggish, and every second seemed to be a century.

At that moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of golden-red, inhuman vertical pupils.

Brilliantly sizzling, like a flame burning in the darkness, the pupils were thin and narrow like a sharp blade, cutting through the darkness, cutting into the flames, with a terrifying pressure from the ancient world.

Before the sharp blade was about to pass through his chest, he clutched the dagger.

The sharp blade cut open his palm and golden-red blood dripped down as if it contained a strong flame.

The moment he came into contact with the other party’s blood, the mercenary let out a harsh, miserable howl.

The sound was terrifying and the pain contained in it seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul.

His entire body began to burn.

The flame seemed to have life, wrapped in a powerful, terrifying magic pressure. It instantly engulfed all the mercenaries beside him like a beast that could never get enough, hungrily feeding on human life.

The flames that have disappeared for thousands of years across the continent burned with reckless abandon.

The red face of the liberator silently leaped in the depths of the other’s narrow vertical pupils.

The next second, silvery-white scales emerged from the young man’s pale, soft cheeks.

Hard, sharp, shining with a metallic-like luster.

The dragon scales spread rapidly.

Starting from below his eyes, they extended deeper into his neck until they covered every inch of skin.

That originally harmless and beautiful face had alienated towards inhumanity, becoming dangerous and evil like a monster from an ancient legend, bringing up a subconscious panic and trembling, an instinct deep in the soul when facing a top predator.

“Rip–”

The clothes on his back were torn.

Huge silver-white dragon wings unfolded on his back.

A terrifying monster replaced the place where the young man had previously stood.

Huge, beautiful, cruel, and evil.

Above its head was a dark, dreary, volcanic ash that shrouded the sky, smoke and sparks floating in the air as if it were a figurative representation of the breath of fear.

It raised its neck and let out an ear-splitting roar.

No doubt.

It was a dragon.