Published: February 7, 2025
The winged demon beast faced a rain of arrows and knew it couldn't evade. Its uninjured left wing swept across.
Feathers and wings collided in the air, with most arrows deflected, but a small portion struck the wing. One of Miya's arrows even slipped through a narrow gap and hit the pseudo dragon's eye directly.
Although the pseudo dragon closed its eyes, the eyelid was still pierced, blood flowing out, making it appear as if its eye had been blinded.
The demon beasts here didn't have innate skills; although physically strong, their attack range and explosive power differed from the monsters on Earth.
When at a disadvantage, they had few options to respond.
The warriors of the Afo Tribe rushed forward, with twenty warriors at the back halting in place, still holding their bows. They changed their shooting method from horizontal to lob, avoiding their comrades and attacking the pseudo dragon from a distance.
This wasn't meant to inflict significant damage on the pseudo dragon but rather to distract it from the close combat of the Afo Tribe warriors.
Dino and Kano were at the forefront, their bone spears piercing directly into the wings of the winged demon beast.
Both of them radiated a mysterious red light, less intense than Dabu's grayish-black glow, indicating their strength was not as formidable as Da Long's.
However, the weapons in their hands were newly crafted by Ye Zhongming, having reached the white level, and the mysterious power within them could attach to these weapons. Under the white and red intermingled glow, their power was immense. Ye Zhongming even felt that the quality of such weapons was close to the silver level.
The winged demon beast had never seen such sharp and powerful weapons; its hard wing was directly pierced, and some fine bones near the wound broke, causing it to convulse in pain.
Next, other Afo Tribe warriors' attacks landed on the wings protecting the pseudo dragon's body, creating a clanging sound from the hard collisions.
These people were not as strong as the two hunting team leaders, and their weapons were not as good. The mysterious power within them couldn't attach to their weapons either, resulting in limited damage. However, their numbers were many, still shaking the pseudo dragon's body.
Ye Zhongming shook his head inwardly. If it were the people from Cloud Summit Villa launching this attack, this strike would have completely severed the pseudo dragon's wing. The difference in weapon power and the small number of Afo Tribe people made it insufficient.
Currently, the core members of several squads in Cloud Summit Villa were all wielding white-level Edge of the Moon.
In a short time, the pseudo dragon fell from the air. Its wings were heavily injured, but it was ultimately a sixth-level entity, stronger than its Earth counterparts. It swung its injured left wing, and the Afo Tribe warriors were immediately knocked back.
Seizing this opportunity, the pseudo dragon let out a piercing roar from its massive mouth, causing many to feel sharp pain in their ears and dizziness.
This was not a skill; it was entirely the result of the immense sound.
Then, disregarding its injured left leg, the pseudo dragon stood upright, swinging its wings again like two giant iron gates, sending many shield-bearing Afo Tribe warriors flying.
Ye Zhongming retracted his previous underestimation and genuinely felt the strength of the creatures within this secret realm.
He struck.
The sealing flame blade sliced towards the pseudo dragon's stout and short right leg exposed when it stood up, while the basic summoning technique activated, summoning three earth giants to stand beside the pseudo dragon.
In the next second, all the earth giants were crushed, and the flame blade landed on the right leg.
As a sixth-level demon beast, the pseudo dragon understood combat well. After attacking with its wings, its true trump card was the tail hidden behind it, which swung out like a giant wave with incredible speed. Ye Zhongming could only catch a glimpse of its afterimage.