Published: February 12, 2025
Yangos couldn’t use his abilities, but he could fly.
While Ye Zhongming attracted the attention of all the mud monsters and the battle beasts lost their abilities, the Evil Dragon quietly took to the sky.
Here, the battle was concentrated between the ninth-level mud monster and the King of Cloud Summit. No one paid attention to the other battles or lives around them. Not even Yangos, who was on the periphery of the battlefield, nor the cloud summit warriors who had already engaged in battle cared about what was happening elsewhere.
The only thing they cared about was how to protect their king.
So Yangos not only took off but flew high into the sky, going unnoticed. This guy was quite clever; he flew at a height that made it difficult to spot amidst the fierce fighting unless one was specifically looking for him.
The mud monsters didn’t notice him, but that didn’t mean Ye Zhongming was oblivious. Yangos was his battle beast, and they shared a very close connection. When the Evil Dragon successfully flew above the ninth-level mud monster, Ye Zhongming immediately changed his strategy. He and Xia Bai Red Hair seemed to be recklessly closing in, but their real purpose was to draw the full attention of these mud monsters.
This was to allow Yangos to launch his final attack at a critical moment.
If it were any other ninth-level life form, Ye Zhongming definitely wouldn’t have done this. Relying solely on his physical strength, even if Yangos belonged to the Dragon Race, he would never be able to defeat an opponent that was a level higher.
However, this mud monster was somewhat different. It wasn’t a complete life form; like those ordinary mutated creatures, it fought relying on instinct. Perhaps it had a bit of intelligence, but certainly not much.
Its defense was low, and its offensive capabilities were singular. As long as the Evil Dragon could get close, Ye Zhongming believed that even if Yangos couldn’t kill it, he could inflict significant damage, thus giving himself an opportunity.
In fact, the Evil Dragon indeed dealt a decisive attack to the mud monster. While cursing, it swung its tail and claws madly, constantly tearing apart the mud covering the mud monster. This overlord, who was a level higher, could not resist at all.
The nearby mud monsters, fearing for their king’s safety, didn’t dare to attack, which only made the Evil Dragon more reckless.
Cursing foully, the mud monsters couldn’t understand, or else they would have been enraged. The evolvers nearby, who could understand, were helpless. Now that there were no enemy attacks against them, they all gathered towards the ninth-level mud monster, yet they didn’t dare to attack the Evil Dragon, afraid of collateral damage, and could only watch helplessly as the Evil Dragon cursed and clawed at their king.
Ye Zhongming made a gesture, and the Cloud Summit team resumed their attack. Such defenseless enemies were living targets; if Yangos killed the ninth-level mud monster, he couldn’t guarantee whether these lower-level beings would resume their attacks.
That would create quite a bit of trouble.
The battle ended when Yangos used a wing to scatter the last bits of the ninth-level mud monster's body. This guy, despite appearing indignant and as if he was about to kill the mud monster at any moment, actually displayed a great deal of restraint, only striking decisively once the Cloud Summit members had mostly cleared away the other mud monsters.
“Stinky mud, do you now know the power of Lord Long?”
Yangos posed like a shrewish dragon, his two front claws on his hips, a fierce expression on his face as he spat at the mud monster on the ground. This spectacle made everyone’s muscles twitch. They had no idea where this Evil Dragon had learned such behavior; it was simply… extremely speechless.
“It seems to be as we expected.”
During the team’s regrouping, Xiao Min looked at the flame stone golem and stone cavalry, which had grown to roughly level six in strength.