The moment the white dragon swung out its tail, it opened its bloody mouth and spit out icy dragon breath. In an instant, one-third of the soldiers and grain in the middle of the army were frozen into ice sculptures.
"Asshole!"
Feng Dian, who was in the middle of the team, suddenly drew out the heavy gun from his back, blocked the incoming dragon's breath with one shot, then rose into the sky and charged towards the white dragon.
Terrifying spiritual power and mystical fluctuations surged out of the rather narrow valley, causing even the air to become distorted.
Bang! Feng Dian and the white dragon collided fiercely. Immediately, his expression changed completely, and then he let out a muffled groan and flew backwards, directly smashing a mountain behind him.
The energy ripples generated by the collision between the two were like the sharpest blades in the world, sweeping out in all directions. Many soldiers around them were unable to avoid it and were directly cut into pieces.
Being made such a fuss, the entire army was immediately in chaos, and a large number of soldiers frantically fled around to avoid the white dragon that suddenly appeared.
Boom! Boom! At this moment, Zang Dao and Fu Sha, who were at the head and tail, also reacted and burst out with terrifying momentum, soaring into the sky and charging toward the white dragon.
If you look carefully, you can see that the faces of these two people have a mix of shock and anger, as well as a terrifying look that makes them look ferocious.
They did not expect that at this juncture, such a powerful dragon would suddenly appear to destroy their army.
And they could tell at a glance that the target of this white dragon was the food and grass they were escorting.
Because after Jiaolong repelled Feng Dian, he did not continue to pursue, but began to destroy the large amounts of food and grass in the team.
This made the two of them shocked, angry, and a little confused.
The aura of this dragon is very powerful. At first glance, it looks like an existence at the level of an eighth-order imperial beast. Such an existence is even more powerful than an ordinary eighth-order Martial Emperor.
And in their understanding, the only person whose strength can reach this level and who belongs to the dragon is Ao Ling, the dragon king of the East China Sea dragon clan.
Zang Dao held a pair of meteor hammers and smashed them over the head and face. The meteor hammer flew out and expanded rapidly, from a few feet to tens of feet in size, and hit the dragon hard.
Fu Sha, on the other hand, held two swords in her hands and held them out. Holding the sword formula with both hands, the two swords shot out across the air, forming countless sword shadows like a violent storm, piercing towards the white dragon crazily.
Bang! Bang! Just two dull explosions were heard, and then terrifying explosion energy erupted, forming a stream of shocking brilliance, turning into a ring shape, and quickly spreading in all directions.
Wherever it passes, it is like the sharpest blade in the world, capable of cutting everything.
In just an instant, the mountains on both sides of the valley were cut in half, and the portion from the peak to the mountainside slowly collapsed towards both sides.
Zang Dao and Fu Sha groaned, and couldn't help but take more than ten steps back. The huge body of the white dragon also froze, and a pair of dragon eyes stared coldly at Zang Dao and Fu Sha.
Whoosh! A thick heavy spear came through the air, tearing the air apart, and with a sharp brilliance, it pierced the dragon's head.
Bang! The dragon snorted coldly, and struck out with a claw like lightning, knocking away the heavy spear that was coming straight at him.
Feng Dian, who rushed out from the ruins of the mountains in the distance, turned his right hand into a claw and grabbed it from the air. He held the heavy gun that had been knocked away in his palm.
At this moment, Feng Dian was in a rather miserable state, but he only suffered some flesh injuries, but his face was unusually cold and ferocious.
"Ao Ling, Dragon King of the East China Sea?"
Feng Dian appeared not far away, holding hands with Zang Dao and Fu Sha, surrounding the dragon in the center, and then slowly spoke.
The white dragon's pair of dark golden vertical pupils looked at Feng Dian, grinned and said: "Exactly!"
"I have always heard that the Dragon King of the East China Sea is a seventh-level imperial beast, but I didn't expect that the rumors were wrong. You Ao Ling has actually been promoted to an eighth-level imperial beast! But we have never had any enmity with your East China Sea dragon clan, why do you want to deal with us seven great beasts?
Coalition forces?”
Zang Dao was cold and authentic.
Aoling faced the siege of the three eighth-level Martial Emperors, and remained steadfast and said calmly: "I have no enmity with you, but I am also entrusted by others! I came here just to destroy your food and grass! If you cooperate well,
, I won’t hurt you.”
Zang Dao, Feng Dian and Fu Sha were stunned, and then became furious.
They didn't expect that Ao Ling would tell the purpose of this operation so frankly, and also look aloof. Do they really think that the three of them can't stop them?
"Ao Ling! Don't be too arrogant. Do you think you can destroy food and grass under the eyes of the three of us?
How ridiculous!”
Fu Sha scolded angrily.
"In that case, let's try it!"
Ao Ling sneered, flicked the dragon's tail, roared towards Fu Sha.
Fu Sha's face changed slightly, she made secrets with both hands, her swords were placed horizontally in front of her, and the sword energy formed a sword wall, blocking the front.
Bang! Fu Sha barely blocked this move, while Zang Dao and Feng Dian also took action at the same time. The three of them cooperated tacitly to fight Ao Ling together.
The battle between the eighth-level Martial Emperors is very terrifying. Every move has terrifying power that can move mountains and fill seas.
Therefore, the remaining soldiers, under the command of the lieutenant general, had already stayed away from the battlefield, looking at the terrifying battle in the void with horrified eyes.
"Sir Lieutenant General! This time our army lost one-third of its troops, and one-fourth of its food and fodder was destroyed!"
The deputy general was a dark-skinned man in his thirties. While listening to his subordinates report their losses, he nervously watched the battle in the distance in the void.
His only relief was that the loss was not particularly large, and at least three-quarters of the food and fodder were saved.
"Okay! Take advantage of the three generals to hold the dragon and gather the team immediately. Let's leave this place quickly and head towards the mausoleum city!"
This lieutenant general was also a decisive person. After understanding that Aoling's purpose was food and grass, he immediately ordered his troops to continue marching and arrive at Lingcheng as soon as possible.
At the same time, after the deputy general issued the order, he took out the communication slips and reported the attack on the grain and grass to the five supreme commanders guarding Lingcheng.
"Let's go! Keep marching!"
The deputy general shouted loudly, raised his arms and took the lead in driving the tall horse, leading the army to begin a rapid march.
However, as soon as the army started to take action, some soldiers began to have problems. One soldier after another was covered with pitted red scars.
As soon as these red scars appeared, they immediately itched unbearably. The soldiers scratched their bodies frantically, and some even scratched their own flesh directly, and some even scratched until their flesh and blood became blurred.
The deputy general was shocked and looked at the scene in front of him in horror. Then he also discovered that his right hand was itching. He looked at his right hand and found that there were also strange red scars on the back of his hand...