Published: February 7, 2025
It is said that the Dragon Race has certain similar hobbies as women during peaceful times on Earth.
But this time, it really isn't the same.
The magic crystals brought up by the pseudo dragon as it soared into the sky were just what it had left behind after years of hunting and feeding in its nest, just like the bones scattered all around.
Ye Zhongming's eyes sparkled; the overall quality of these magic crystals might even surpass what the Afo Tribe had accumulated over the years, but most of them were at levels three to five, which were exactly the levels Ye Zhongming needed most.
If he could gather all these magic crystals, even with a rough estimate, Ye Zhongming felt that he could use the Purple Crystal Energy Magic Bullet Gun for over an hour continuously!
What kind of concept is this? It means he could use this gun to cut through Ying City without anyone stopping him!
No matter the zombie tide or beast hordes, they would all turn to dust under the powerful group attack of the Purple Spear!
With wealth comes temptation, and Ye Zhongming was tempted.
The winged demon beast roared as it flew into the sky, and looked down at the hundreds of humans appearing from two directions with a hint of disdain in its enormous dragon eyes.
None of these humans were stronger than it. The only reason they dared to challenge it was merely because they had numbers, but would sheer numbers suffice?
With a glance, the winged demon beast discovered that the side with fewer people had actually stopped advancing, and some had even started to retreat. It felt even more reassured and turned towards the other side.
As long as it took care of these humans, that would be enough.
After a swift turn, the winged demon beast dove down towards the Dabu Tribe.
"Is it okay for us to do this?" Afo asked Ye Zhongming weakly as he watched the winged demon beast rampaging through the Dabu Tribe. Just moments ago, this man had insisted on halting the tribe's warriors under the pretext of 'strategy' and pretended to retreat.
Ye Zhongming shook his head helplessly and said irritably, "Would you rather have this level six creature charge into your tribe or the opposing tribe? Which would you choose?"
Afo paused for a long time, ultimately giving up the desire to say anything further, as he had faithfully chosen to let the creature charge into Dabu's tribe. Since that was the case, what more was there to say?
Over on that side, the Dabu Tribe was furious to see the Afo Tribe stop, with many people cursing loudly. Dabu roared towards Afo from a distance, but it was too far away for them to hear.
Faced with the charging winged demon beast, Dabu had no choice but to focus on dealing with it.
As a medium-sized tribe, Dabu had their own set of tactics. Confronting the level six pseudo dragon, the warriors remained calm, quickly taking their positions, and their various attacks began to rain down orderly on the demon beast. They were very adept at anticipating the demon's movements. More than six hundred warriors moved as one, engaging the giant creature in battle.
Flying axes, arrows, throwing spears, and stones were launched into the air in an instant.
Ye Zhongming watched from a distance, silently admiring. The posthumous children may appear backward, ignorant, and foolish in his eyes, but over the years, they had indeed developed their own tactics. This was the result of countless years and lives, filled with the scent of blood; yet, it was undeniably a truth.
The pseudo dragon found itself embroiled in a fierce battle.
Every moment, warriors from the Dabu Tribe were falling, but the winged demon beast was also suffering injuries, both light and severe.
Dabu was exceptionally fierce, and his five-star strength made him the only one on the battlefield who could withstand the pseudo dragon directly. He exuded a gray-black glow, with fists that turned pitch black. Each attack sent forth a pillar of black energy, and whenever it hit the pseudo dragon, the massive creature would tremble, showcasing its tremendous power.