Published: February 12, 2025
Zimu and his group of nine swiftly moved through the forest. They had just caught a glimpse of the Rebel Dragon Race. Although that creature could fly, their speed was not slow either.
However, after chasing for more than ten minutes, they still hadn’t seen the other party's shadow.
“Juvenile?” the head guard suddenly said. “If it’s a juvenile, there’s only one explanation: this Rebel Dragon is from the Wind or Body class.”
Upon hearing the head guard’s words, the group's pace slowed slightly, and they all agreed with his viewpoint. Only these two types of the Rebel Dragon Race could have such speed during their juvenile phase, making it impossible for them to catch up.
“Let me go after it. If I catch up, I’ll hold it back, and you all hurry over.”
The expert looked at Zimu and said.
Zimu hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
For those who were not experts, it was indeed a bit difficult to catch up with that Rebel Dragon.
“Protect His Highness well; if anything happens, I’ll take your lives!”
After giving a stern command to the other six guards, the expert suddenly shot forward, moving faster than before; this was his full speed.
Zimu envied him for a moment before saying, “Let’s go, follow him.”
The eight of them set off, following behind. At the head guard’s speed, they estimated that it wouldn’t take long to catch up to the target; they needed to hurry.
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The expert’s speed was indeed fast. The high-level fuleira enhanced their physical attributes far beyond those of lifeforms under a hundred thousand. He had only run for about two minutes when he spotted a silver-white Rebel Dragon flying rapidly ahead.
The head guard narrowed his eyes; his speed increased once again. He raised his hand, and a faint green light, resembling aurora, enveloped the Rebel Dragon ahead.
The Rebel Dragon accelerated again, dodging the light, which left the expert momentarily stunned.
It could go even faster? This Rebel Dragon was a bit extraordinary.
Maintaining his speed, the head guard began to probe the surroundings with his mental power to see if there were any adult Rebel Dragons nearby.
About a minute later, the speed of the Rebel Dragon began to slow down. The head guard sneered; everything was as he had anticipated.
The body-type Rebel Dragons could increase their speed for a short time, but not for long, especially in their juvenile phase; for this one to maintain its speed for a minute was already quite impressive.
The distance between them quickly closed.
The head guard produced a small net the size of a palm in his hand; if he moved forward a bit more and threw it, he would be able to ensnare the Rebel Dragon, waiting for His Highness to arrive to release it. However, His Highness might be disappointed; this Rebel Dragon’s strength was not that great.
But just as he moved forward two meters, he suddenly stopped.
The scenery around him changed, and the Rebel Dragon vanished.
The head guard immediately realized that he had walked into a Su Clan member’s formation.
The next second, he saw someone sitting diagonally opposite him.
“Commander Qing Tong’s mask?”
There was no way around it; the mask was too famous. Even if one didn’t know that Ye Zhongming was the current Commander Qing Tong of the Star-Eye Clan, they would know the previous owner of the mask, after all, that person had left a profound fear in the All Races of the Universe.
“That rookie first?”
As a top expert from Hall Planet, he didn’t pay much attention to the rookie battlefield. If he weren’t close to Zimu, he probably wouldn’t know who Ye Zhongming was at all.
But soon, the expert recalled many things.
Why was this person here? Why had his pursuit of the Rebel Dragon coincidentally led him into this formation? Why could this newcomer, who had just left the novice stage, calmly wait for him without a hint of fear? Why wasn’t Ye Zhongming’s good friend, Zimu’s rival, here?