"Huff huff..."
Ji Xinghuo flew dozens of kiloters to the north. Behind him, a massive wave of black flas swept over everything, vaporizing trees, rocks, and mountains. The sky itself darkened.
The Destructive Black Fla Dragon cast a shadow from high above, and its terrifying presence enveloped an area hundreds of kiloters in radius, making people shudder in fear.
"That was close, too close..."
Ji Xinghuo watched the Black Fla Dragon moving away, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
It was fortunate that he had reacted quickly. Had he been half a minute later, he wouldn’t have been able to escape the range of the dragon’s breath. The Destructive Dragon Festival would have ended for him right at the beginning, turning into a mockery.
He looked back and saw a startling scorched path through the once lush forest. Nearly thirty kiloters wide, everything had been burned to ash. The terrifyingly high temperature incinerated all, and the ground itself had turned into lava.
The crust of Dragon Guard VII was thin. The land transford drastically as countless magma erupted from below, its depth unknown.
And this was just the most obvious danger.
Residuals of the dragon’s black breath lingered in the air, drifting up to hundreds of kiloters in the sky, spreading quickly in all directions.
Even without being directly hit by the dragon breath, everything around started to catch fire. The ground collapsed, spreading like wildfire at an alarming rate.
A destructive firestorm devoured everything.
Ji Xinghuo saw several mutants who hadn’t been hit by the dragon breath but hadn’t managed to escape far enough. They were caught up by the remnant fires behind them, bursting into flas that couldn’t be extinguished. Their armor, skin, and flesh all ignited.
While running toward the safe zone, they tried to put out the flas on their bodies. But as their injuries worsened, they eventually turned to ash.
"How terrifying!"
His heart pounded with fear as he felt the terrifying power of the Destructive Level True Dragon. Even a minor remnant of its energy was enough to burn even the legendary to death.
Anywhere the Black Fla Dragon’s breath had touched was now off-limits.
And it would remain so for a long ti.
"No wonder nobody wants to hide in areas destroyed by the Black Fla Dragon. It’s no different from courting death," Ji Xinghuo shook his head, quickly flying further away as the firestorm nearly reached him, maintaining a safe distance.
Only after flying over fifty kiloters did the remnants of the black flas gradually weaken, posing no more danger.
The personal terminal displayed a map and the number of survivors.
The Black Fla Dragon was advancing along the equator. Its path of destruction had been marked in advance. It would not circle around Dragon Guard VII in full, but instead, cover half the planet before turning back until it destroyed a quarter of the planet’s surface, then move to the other hemisphere.
The area where life was possible was shrinking.
The ti was precisely displayed, showing that it would completely destroy the surface of Dragon Guard VII in 99 Star Tis.
It had only been about fifteen minutes since the start, and the number of participants in the Destructive Dragon Festival had already decreased by tens of thousands, nearly half of whom died to the Black Fla Dragon’s breath.
"Must head to the Northern Hemisphere."
Ji Xinghuo quickly made his decision.
The location of the final safe zone was still uncertain, but for now, the Northern Hemisphere seed to be safe.
He slightly increased his speed and flew northward. Ahead of him lay a sprawling canyon stretching for dozens of kiloters, rugged terrain with stunning scenery. Inside and outside the canyon thrived countless exotic flowers and plants, like a sea of colorful vegetation.
However, within this picturesque area, a great many dangers lurked, and who knows how many pairs of eyes were watching from the shadows.
Ji Xinghuo slowed down and started to descend.
Before he could land, a cold arrow shot silently from a corner of the canyon, aiming straight for Ji Xinghuo’s back.
Instant Step!
Having sensed it coming, Ji Xinghuo’s figure flashed, and he dodged the attack.
Spiritual String Song drew her bow. Turning around casually, she released a Split Arrow that beca five in mid-air, each targeting different directions.
"Crack!"
It was like thunder.
Following the sound, five arc-like arrows hit their targets in quick succession, all within three thousand ters. The nearest one was just over two hundred ters from Ji Xinghuo, revealing a figure in the air wearing an expression of disbelief before vanishing in a burst of light.
The other four attackers were also shot dead, including the archer who had aid the cold arrow at Ji Xinghuo.
Ji Xinghuo didn’t bother to look at the results, continuing to draw and release his bow.
Electric light flashed, sounding like thunder.
Arrows split in all directions like flowers scattered by a goddess in heaven, each Arc Arrow finding its target, no matter where the enemy hid, whether invisible or behind cover—curving to hit, or piercing through barriers. It didn’t matter what their professions were, what races, what abilities, how strong or weak their defenses; none could withstand the arrows’ might.
Not one missed; each was a one-shot kill.
In the span of two or three breaths, all enemies within three thousand ters of Ji Xinghuo were eliminated.
He had still held back.
With a significant increase in Star Power, having ascended to the Legendary Second Dan, and his Spiritual Energy reaching Fifth Level, Spiritual String Song’s maximum killing range extended to ten thousand ters. Even a Split Arrow could precisely kill five targets simultaneously within five thousand ters.
Yet, this scene, witnessed by others in the vicinity, had them shocked and scared like startled birds, hastily erging from their hiding spots and fleeing madly from the canyon.
The Wanxiang Star Pupil’s interface flooded with notifications.
A series of Spiritual Origin Ability alerts; killing over thirty opponents netted him more than 700 points of Spiritual Origin Ability.
On the kill leaderboard, his rank rose by leaps and bounds.
Having previously fallen beyond 1000th place, he shot up to rank around 50th in a blink.
Ji Xinghuo glanced at the top of the leaderboard; Titanium Cobalt Zhenhe had fallen to second place, with over 230 kills, but the first place belonged to soone else.
"Wu Kuchalang."
When Ji Xinghuo saw this strange na, he imdiately rembered.
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