Chapter 31: Fierce Battle (Seeking Recommendations)

  A burst of red dust shot out from behind Xiongshan, and with a flick of his wrist, it instantly formed a layer of crimson powder that danced like dragons and snakes, growing longer as it met the wind. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a fierce gust of wind mixed with scarlet hues, howling towards the Grand Priest. The powder wrapped in the whirlwind was unknown in nature, but wherever it passed, be it flowers, towering trees, or even venomous insects, all were dyed crimson the moment they came into contact with it, only to wither and perish at an astonishing speed, as if their life force had been sucked out in an instant.

  Xiongshan feared the cruel might of the Grand Priest, and didn't dare to make any rash moves. He just made a probing loud shout: "Mutta, you old undead thing! How's the power of my carefully concocted Red Poison?"

  "It's nothing." In the howling gale, the red dust dyed the land of several acres into a crimson wasteland, and no living thing was seen. Such fierce poison fog was indeed something that the great priest had no way to deal with, and all he heard was the old man saying calmly: "Your father didn't behave properly and learned how to mix poisonous fogs and other forbidden techniques, which I don't even take seriously. Now you, his son, are even more useless, not even learning one-tenth of his skills. You're a waste among wastes."

  "YOU!" Xiongshan was furious, his forehead bulging with veins, his face turning pale, and his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. But he was sharp-eyed, and in one glance, he saw the Grand Priest struggling to hold on against the strong winds, looking like he was about to collapse under the weight. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha! So you're just barely holding on, old codger! It seems the rumors are true. Back then, you tried to take down the Nightless King of Selvis with your own strength and got heavily injured in return. Although you managed to escape with your life, the wounds never fully healed. And later, when you fought my father, it was just adding insult to injury, rendering you unable to use even a shred of magical power. So for these twenty years, you've been leading this ragtag group of survivors, hiding and running without ever making a move. Twelve years ago, you were even almost killed by an ordinary barbarian warrior! Hahahaha, it seems today is the day your dog life ends!!!"

  "If you really thought so, you would have taken my head yourself long ago. Why bother saying so much? Is it to cover up the fear and unease in your heart?" The high priest, who had lived for decades, was unexpectedly affected by a few words from Xiongshan, and instead of being calm, he engaged in a war of words with Xiongshan, leaving his opponent almost out of breath.

  In the midst of the raging wind, the red dust slowly dissipated, and the several barbarian warriors responsible for protecting the high priest were about to charge out and kill the bear that threatened the high priest's life. However, they were stopped by the high priest's low voice: "Don't act rashly. All of you hide in my defensive circle." As expected, the raging wind that had almost subsided suddenly surged up again, becoming several times more violent. The gusts made it hard to keep one's eyes open, and even under the high priest's protection, the barbarian warriors felt a chill run down their spines. However, this wind was not naturally formed and could not last long, coming and going quickly. But the highly toxic substances mixed in the wind had turned such a large area into a crimson-colored hell, making people shudder at the sight and feel a creeping sense of dread.

  Xiongshan was also a man who had passed the age of 40, although he didn't learn anything useful from his father due to his poor talent. However, relying on his cunning and cleverness, he could still manage to make a living by fooling the ignorant tribal chief. But if you asked him to confront the High Priest face-to-face, he really wouldn't dare. After all, the scene of the High Priest killing his father when he was young left a huge shadow in his heart, as well as an unforgettable nightmare memory. Even though that enemy had become an old man on the verge of death, he still didn't dare to confront him face-to-face. But this guy was also a man who had lived for over 40 years, and even if he was stupid, he had some small cleverness. Seeing that probing couldn't get to the bottom of his arch-nemesis's secrets, he gritted his teeth and saw that the two-legged flying dragon was still chasing after Old Liu everywhere, without spending any money, and suddenly became furious, shouting: "What are you doing! Quickly roll back here! Don't bother with that little insect anymore!"

  The high priest looked at Old Liu with a mixture of disappointment and concern, who was being chased by the swift and agile Double-Footed Flying Dragon. However, in this desperate situation, Old Liu unexpectedly managed to tap into his hidden potential, integrating his abilities and using the electric propulsion from his legs to narrowly escape the dragon's attacks time and again. For a short while, he even managed to render the high-ranking magical beast helpless. But what was the point of all this? The high priest furrowed his brow slightly, sending a clear thought to Old Liu: "Don't just think about escaping. No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun the stamina of a high-ranking magical beast. Eventually, you'll be worn out and defeated. You need to find opportunities to counterattack."

  "That's a high-ranking demon beast! How can I defeat it? My attack is just tickling it!" Old Liu wailed, and a very stifled thought was also transmitted over. Ever since Old Liu made a contract with the High Priest, they had developed an extremely mysterious relationship between them. As long as one of their minds stirred, they could clearly know each other's thoughts and ideas, and could clearly hear each other's tone and emotional fluctuations, just like having a face-to-face conversation. No longer was it like the old days when using mental communication was stiff and awkward. Even if it was a very clear sentence, you had to rely on half-guessing and half-inferring to get by, let alone the details, which could only be understood by yourself. This kind of exchange had already approached the high-level magic of spiritual system great mages' soul chain and mental communication. Moreover, Old Liu and the High Priest were always maintaining this state of exchange at all times. It was absolutely a qualitative leap, like exchanging a slingshot for a cannon, or an old BB gun for a big brother's machine gun.

  "What's a high-level demon? As long as you find the right way to attack, you can easily kill it." The High Priest said slowly. Unexpectedly, Old Li held back for a moment, and suddenly sent over a sentence: "Old man, you should take your medicine."

  The high priest was suddenly enraged, his calm expression twisted in anger, but he managed to hold it back. Stomping his foot, he said: "Don't you think about the difference in body shape between you and your opponent? The Double-Clawed Flying Dragon's strength is formidable, it's the master of the skies, but this point is completely useless against you. Its other attacks are just a bunch of poison dragon breaths, as long as you're not hit head-on, you won't even be scratched. Moreover, with your body shape, if you take advantage of the opportunity to enter its body, you can do whatever you want, are you afraid of not being able to kill it?"

  "Right!" Old Liu suddenly realized, but still said with some doubt: "I won't be able to come out after I go in, will I? What if it digests me?"

  The high priest's head was full of black lines, and he felt that the rotten wood couldn't be carved. A flame of anger surged up from his chest, and he couldn't help but curse in a rough tone, just like Old Liu: "You're the one with the most nonsense! You usually seem so clever, how come you're so timid now?! Don't even have this bit of courage, what are you going to use to evolve? Your mouth?"

  Soft doesn't work, come hard, and this method of stimulation is indeed useful for Old Liu. Suddenly, the shadow of Old Liu's body that was running around in all directions came to a halt, and he turned around with his teeth clenched. Fortunately, at this time, Xiongshan started scolding, which made the stupid dragon open its mouth wide, staring blankly at it. Otherwise, Old Liu would have stopped recklessly and would have been pinched to death by the opponent. However, this also provided an opportunity for Old Liu.

  "What's there to fear? It's just a high-ranking demon beast! In the past, Sun Wukong even stirred up trouble in Iron Fan Princess's belly. Today, I, Old Liu, will condescend to meet you." With his blood boiling after being provoked by the High Priest, Old Liu gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, instantly releasing a faint, almost imperceptible flash of lightning from the soles of his feet. This allowed him to suddenly accelerate, flying into the mouth of the Double-Footed Flying Dragon at a speed exceeding 70 yards per second, and then sliding down its throat. The Double-Footed Flying Dragon's mouth felt nothing special, and it lost interest, but upon hearing Xiongshan's affectionate call, it immediately flapped its wings and flew over with a whoosh.

  Xiongshan of course also saw that strange insect's suicidal behavior, and after a moment's thought, he already knew the High Priest's idea. For a time, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Mutta, Mutta, you old thing, you really can't do it. You think I don't know what kind of evil plan you're thinking of! Just now that was a variant blood-sucking mosquito, right? You actually thought to use just one mid-tier blood-sucking mosquito to kill a high-tier two-legged flying dragon. Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death, really laughing to death!" After laughing for a while, Xiongshan's expression on his face suddenly turned dark and cold at a speed that could be compared to the "change face" ultimate skill, and he said in a chilly tone: "Besides, you think my methods are just these? Today I'll let you, this country bumpkin, take a good look at the Black Bear Tribe's High Priest Tatale's uniquely created divine technique!"

  "High Priest? Self-proclaimed, I presume. The leader of the Black Bear Tribe is indeed eager to ascend to the throne of the kingdom. Even the title of High Priest has been brought out." The High Priest sneered, his voice gradually becoming low and menacing: "As long as I, Mutah, am around for a day, how can these treacherous officials possibly stir up trouble? Bring out whatever tricks you have, anyway, you bunch of rabble won't live past today."

  It was just these few words, when a loud roar like thunder suddenly came from a nearby place, and a bloody light rushed to the sky. The ground kept shaking violently, and there were huge sounds of giant trees falling, but the warriors of the Black Bear tribe had already clashed with the eagles. On the other hand, the powerful Mangshan was also displaying his divine might, chopping the twin flying dragons left and right, with blood splattering everywhere. If it weren't for constantly considering the situation of his nephew not far away, he wouldn't have been able to calm down. Mangshan was probably already dismembering this annoying flying dragon.