Chapter 884: Others
"Let’s go," Max muttered under his breath, retreating with quick, decisive steps. The three-headed black dragon before him radiated an oppressive aura, its very presence bending the air with lethal intent.
This was no ordinary beast—it was a peak Legend Rank expert among demon beasts, a nightmare for most cultivators. Even with the little Rat by his side, Max knew they stood no chance if it came down to a direct fight.
It wasn’t fear that made him back off, but calculated restraint; there were bigger plans forming in his mind for this beast.
The dragon’s value was immense. Max’s eyes had already caught the subtle signs—the unique shimmer across its scales and the way its energy fluctuated unnaturally to Max. If his instincts were correct, the creature’s body carried draconic essences, precious beyond compare. He was determined to obtain them; it was simply a matter of time and execution.
Luckily, the three-headed black dragon didn’t pursue. Instead, its colossal serpentine body slithered back into the shimmering pool behind it, curling protectively around a Pure Yang Flower blooming serenely at the center.
It raised its heads high, let out a reverberating roar, and stared coldly at Max, clearly issuing a warning to retreat and not approach any closer.
Max stopped in his tracks, exhaling a silent breath of relief. If the beast had attacked them recklessly, it would have forced him into a desperate situation he wasn’t yet prepared for.
’A demon beast of peak Legend Rank with that level of intelligence...’ he thought, narrowing his eyes. The fact that it chose to guard the flower instead of giving chase only reinforced its intelligence and cunning.
But Max’s mind was already working ahead of the moment. "I need to drag it out of the pool... force it to chase me," he thought, analyzing every angle. "If it retreats mid-fight and returns to the water, I’ll be fighting at a disadvantage—and in its domain, no less. That would be suicide."
His jaw tightened as he glanced at the Pure Yang Flower. Its fragile nature added another layer of complication. If their battle damaged or destroyed it, it would be a loss so great that even victory would taste like failure.