Published: September 2, 2025
Chapter 519: Poisonous Flood Dragon
"Poisonous Flood Dragon."
Han Li silently uttered the name in his mind, a rare look of fear appearing on his face.
This demonic beast was bright red in color, with a body length reaching a hundred zhang, almost identical to the ink flood dragons Han Li had seen before. It was truly a genuine flood dragon, and moreover, a notoriously ferocious poisonous flood dragon among the flood dragon species.
From the spiritual light faintly flowing across its bright red scales, it was absolutely an authentic eighth-level demonic beast.
The inexplicable pressure this beast exerted on him was something Han Li had only experienced before from those old nascent soul cultivators.
Flood dragons were among the few spiritual beasts that had existed since ancient times. Such demonic beasts not only cultivated much faster than ordinary ones but, once fully developed, their magical power and abilities far surpassed those of demons at the same stage. It was even possible for them to kill enemies above their level; for purebred flood dragons, this was not an impossibility.
According to the ancient records, if accurate, although this poisonous flood dragon was an eighth-level demonic beast, it would not lose to a ninth-level demonic beast in a head-on fight.
How could Han Li not feel a chill run down his spine?
He almost immediately thought of fleeing but fortunately stayed rational enough not to act rashly.
There were still two beams of escape light rushing toward this place from afar, and their intentions looked hostile. Escaping amidst the chaos would be far better than recklessly acting now and revealing his location.
Still, even so, Han Li quietly draped the blood-colored cloak over himself, and with a slight flick of both hands, the Five Elements Ring and the flower basket quietly appeared in his hands.
Only then did Han Li feel somewhat at ease.
At this moment, the poisonous flood dragon ceased its long howl, twisted its huge flood dragon head, and glanced at the giant turtle desperately resisting amidst thunder and lightning, a strange light flashing in its eyes.
Then, an intimidating blue light radiated from its body. Its massive form began to shrink and transform rapidly amid the glow.
After a moment, a humanoid flood dragon about the size of an ordinary person appeared where it had been.
Its head remained the fierce flood dragon head, unchanged in the slightest, but its body and limbs transformed into a human form, covered in bright red scales all over, with a thick flood dragon tail continuously swinging behind.
Seeing this transformation shocked Han Li deeply.
The humanoid poisonous flood dragon stood barehanded on the waves as if walking on solid ground, its body not trembling even slightly.
But after becoming humanoid, the flood dragon’s bright green eyes inadvertently flicked toward Han Li’s hidden position; the cold, sinister intent in its gaze instantly sent chills throughout Han Li’s body, and his palms, clutching the two magical treasures, broke out in cold sweat.
Fortunately, at this moment, golden light and a red glow hurriedly flew nearby, closing in rapidly.
The poisonous flood dragon immediately stopped paying attention to Han Li, coldly turning its gaze toward the three figures who appeared in the sky.
The golden light revealed an elderly Taoist with an immortal aura, carrying a precious sword on his back and holding a duster whisk in his hand. He wore a golden, radiant eight-trigram Taoist robe and examined the humanoid poisonous flood dragon with astonishment, though a hint of greed flickered in his eyes beneath his shock.
Not far from the Taoist stood two middle-aged men who looked remarkably similar, their faces pale like corpses, wearing dazzling fire-red robes, indistinguishable from each other except that one carried a huge red gourd on his back while the other held a Ghost Head Cane about a zhang tall.
The two glanced at the giant turtle and poisonous flood dragon below, then looked toward the Taoist opposite them, expressionless and silent.