"Fuck, fuck..." Xia Qingyu cursed in fear, "Why the hell is it heading towards us?"
"Split up and run!" Misha yelled.
Both of them furiously whipped their six-legged horned horses, but being ordinary mounts, the closer the Mist Shadow Dragon got, the weaker they became, eventually collapsing to the ground.
Xia Qingyu managed to jump off his horse just in time, hurling himself forward.
Misha did the same, rolling and crawling away.
However, people were fleeing everywhere, and no matter which direction they ran, they ended up clustering together, attracting the Mist Shadow Dragon’s attacks.
The dragon was fast and agile, not at all like a creature with a wingspan of over thirty meters.
It opened its mouth wide, gathering its Dragon Breath.
This single breath would cover an area more than two hundred meters across, and both Xia Qingyu and Misha were within range, unable to escape.
Ahead, on the fast-bursting Qing Hong, Ji Xinghuo turned around, raising the Invisible Stab in his hand.
An explosive flame arrow shot forth.
In the brief moment before the Dragon Breath was unleashed, the invisible arrow struck the dragon’s mouth, exploding immediately.
The Mist Shadow Dragon choked.
The flames from the explosive flame arrow were instantly extinguished by black smoke, and the fragments of the arrow failed to tear through the flesh of the dragon’s mouth, only briefly interrupting the Dragon Breath. It didn’t even close its mouth, letting out a high-pitched Dragon Roar and a waterfall-like burst of Dragon Breath came down.
However, the few seconds of delay allowed Xia Qingyu and Misha to get far enough away.
The Dragon Breath spared many lives it would have otherwise taken.
The person on the dragon’s back snorted coldly.
Ji Xinghuo immediately sensed a gaze landing on him, clearly, his arrow had drawn the attention of the Dragon Lord.
The Dragon Breath of the Mist Shadow Dragon appeared before him like a towering black wall, pressing down on him.
Its flying speed also suddenly increased.
Ji Xinghuo urged, as Qing Hong burst forth at full speed, not running forward, but trying to escape the path of the Dragon Breath to the left.
But in the next second, the Mist Shadow Dragon’s breath also shifted directions, following him like a shadow.
"It’s really after me!" Ji Xinghuo’s heart pounded as he saw the Dragon Breath getting closer.
Those running on the ground couldn’t compare in speed to those flying above, and Qing Hong was several ranks lower than the Mist Shadow Dragon, the gap in power too large.
Ji Xinghuo wasn’t going to just sit there and wait for death, he had already drawn a Capacitor Arrow, Star Power converged, transforming into numerous electrical charges gathering at the arrow, boosted by the dual amplification of the Rotating Magnetic Field and the Electrostatic Field, and a breath later, the Capacitor Arrow, like a blinding flash of lightning, covered momentarily by the Invisible Stab, became transparent.
He aimed the bow upwards, his hand as steady as Mount Tai, unaffected even on the rapidly running Qing Hong.
This arrow wasn’t aimed at the Mist Shadow Dragon.
But at the Dragon Lord on its back!
This Dragon Lord was much weaker than his dragon, at most Legendary Second Dan. The Capacitor Arrow wouldn’t threaten the Mist Shadow Dragon, but it could threaten the Dragon Lord.
A faint ring of light flickered in Ji Xinghuo’s right eye, the world grew quiet, countless lights and shadows flowed in his field of vision, evolving into various future possibilities.
However, Ji Xinghuo realized he couldn’t kill the Dragon Lord, only potentially wound him.
The Capacitor Arrow turned into roaring lightning and shot into the sky, the refraction effect of the Invisible Stab suddenly failing to conceal it, revealing its brilliance in an instant, landing near the Dragon Lord, the sharp lightning dispersing the thin black smoke, clearly revealing the Dragon Lord.
He was a handsome True Dragon man, muscular, with black hair and black eyes, wearing exquisitely crafted armor adorned with dragon patterns.
All of these highlighted his background, originating from the True Dragon Dynasty.
The Dragon Lord felt threatened, and the Mist Shadow Dragon immediately reacted, forced to stop spewing Dragon Breath, its body erupting in black smoke, a dense fog rolling, forming a seemingly thin, soft, fog-like barrier attempting to block the Capacitor Arrow, but being half a step too slow and due to the tricky shooting angle of the Capacitor Arrow, it still pierced through the black fog.
A plume of black smoke burst from the body of the Dragon Lord, forming a shield in front of him.
Electric light scattered, and the sound of thunder reverberated.
The Capacitor Arrow instantly shattered, but also released dozens of lightning bolts, ravaging the space over the Mist Shadow Dragon’s back, with some of the lightning hitting the Mist Shadow Dragon and some striking the Dragon Lord.
The Dragon Lord frowned, but wasn’t injured.
The Mist Shadow Dragon sustained more of the lightning attack, its flying posture sinking slightly, evidently a bit paralyzed, but it quickly recovered.
Ji Xinghuo shook his head internally.
This was the greatest victory they could claim, even a full-powered arrow from himself couldn’t kill a Legendary Dragon Lord.
Taking advantage of the Dragon Lord and the Mist Shadow Dragon being paralyzed by the electric current, Qing Hong had already carried Ji Xinghuo far enough away and was still sprinting further.
In the sky, the Dragon Lord stood up on the dragon’s back.
His gaze locked onto the increasingly distant Ji Xinghuo. Under other circumstances, Mist Shadow Dragon could easily catch up to Qing Hong, but this was a battlefield, and Ji Xinghuo wasn’t the only target.
Assorted long-range attacks soared into the sky: arrows, spears, lightning, flames, etc., coming from all directions. Highlander warriors and mercenaries were not to be trifled with, upon seeing the Mist Shadow Dragon under attack, they took the opportunity to launch their attacks, but these were inaccurate and posed little threat.
Mist Shadow Dragon flapped its wings, whipping up a ferocious wind that carried a dense black fog, causing the various attacks to fall.
The dragon and the Dragon Lord were unharmed.
It turned and dove again, its breath sweeping across the ground like a plow, claiming the lives of hundreds more.