Published: February 11, 2025
The wind on Cloud Summit Mountain wasn't as strong as one might expect, perhaps due to the abundance of trees around or because the elevation wasn't too high.
However, there was one place where the wind was fierce, and that was on the cliffs of the back mountain.
During the previous Cloud Summit Defense War, this area had been targeted by some mutated life forms and hostile forces as a breach point. Therefore, the defensive construction of the villa this time made this location one of its key focuses.
At the edge of the cliff, there were tall city walls and various defensive weapons, especially those targeting the sky, with firepower intensity that was not inferior to the main gate.
The world battle team also built many fortifications here, which were part of the defensive array and were currently maintained in a basic operational state using magic crystals.
However, it was evident that this defense was primarily aimed outward. When the shadow monsters charged out, they did not encounter much resistance.
Ye Zhongming merely glanced at it before turning and running towards Yangos.
The shadow monsters wouldn’t die from a fall; on the contrary, even though they couldn’t fly, they apparently had a unique balancing technique in the air. The Qiming Mark indicated that it wasn’t plummeting rapidly due to gravity but was instead gliding away swiftly and steadily into the distance.
Without Yangos, Ye Zhongming didn’t dare to jump down from here. Even if he wouldn’t die from the fall, he wouldn’t be able to catch up with the creature.
Approaching Yangos, who was still struggling, Ye Zhongming continuously transmitted commands to calm it down. However, at this moment, he could feel the chaos in the Evil Dragon's consciousness; this lethal strike had pushed it to the brink of death, and its will was already shattered.
Seizing the right moment, Ye Zhongming jumped onto Yangos's back and, using his terrifying, inhuman strength, pressed Yangos directly down onto the ground!
"Apply the medicine!"
Struggling with the giant dragon was no easy feat for Ye Zhongming. He squeezed out these few words, and the squad leaders who had rushed over with the defense of the back mountain immediately took out their prepared healing potions and applied them to Yangos.
When the struggle was not so intense, everyone finally saw the terrifying wound on the giant dragon's neck. Even though this was the thinnest part of Yangos's entire body, relatively speaking, the wound, which exceeded one meter in depth, was astonishing for such a thick neck. Precious Dragon Blood flowed out as if it were worthless, and Yangos's gaze was dazed, its wings propped on the ground as it attempted to rise.
The more it struggled, the more it bled. In such a short amount of time, Ye Zhongming could already see several centimeters of tearing wounds behind the smooth cut, evidently caused during its struggle.
If not for Yangos being part of the Dragon Race and at a high-level eight, such injuries would have been enough to instantly kill any other life form.
Just seeing the wound beneath the neck made everyone feel a chill down their spines; it was indeed too brutal.
The healing potion was applied but had almost no effect; the wound was too large and deep. The potion was also designed for evolvers, and while it weakened the dragon's struggles slightly, there was no noticeable change in the wound.
A beam of white light fell upon Yangos's neck as the Holy Maiden invoked the holy light technique. After the radiance, the bleeding slowed down, but the wound did not heal. Obviously, the Temple of Dawn's proudest healing method had little effect.
Park Soo-young hurried over and, after using the sweet dew technique, did not rush to use other professional abilities but instead focused on observing the wounds and her skill's effects.
She then discussed quietly with the Holy Maiden.
Nearby, the three-trunked elephant kept using its trunk to touch the giant dragon, seemingly trying to comfort it.
It was rather strange; despite Yangos being arrogant and only obeying Ye Zhongming like a thug in Cloud Summit, it had an unexpectedly good relationship with the three-trunked elephant, which had sustained head injuries and was somewhat slow-witted. This puzzled everyone.