Chapter 886: Futile Efforts
At the same time, Rick, gritting his teeth against the pressure of the dragon’s poisonous aura, thrust out his spear with all his strength. Spiritual power surged from his core and poured into the weapon, making it glow faintly as he channeled every bit of energy he could muster.
With a sharp whistle, the spear shot out like a bolt fired from a massive crossbow, cutting through the air in a straight and deadly line toward one of the dragon’s heads.
But the three-headed black dragon was far stronger and faster than either Rick or Devon had anticipated. With a single, violent coil of its heads, it exhaled another wave of thick, rolling poisonous gas. The venomous mist struck the ochre earthen tablet Devon had conjured earlier, shattering it into crumbling pieces before it even finished solidifying.
The poison then swirled further outward, enveloping the flying spear and knocking it back with such force that it spiraled uncontrollably before embedding itself into a distant tree trunk with a deep metallic thunk.
A guttural, ear-splitting roar erupted from all three of the dragon’s heads as it suddenly lunged out of the pool, its massive body cutting through the water like a blade. Its obsidian scales gleamed with a terrifying luster under the faint light, and as it surged forward, its powerful tail whipped upward from the pool like a living beam of black light.
The sheer size of the tail dwarfed the experts, and the sound it made as it cut through the air was like the crack of a giant whip tearing through the void.
Two deafening bang-bang impacts followed immediately after, as the tail slammed into Devon and Rick with bone-shattering force. The pair had barely any time to react before they were flung away like rag dolls, their protective spiritual shields cracking under the enormous impact. They crashed heavily into the ground, rolling several times before coming to a halt.
Blood sprayed from their mouths in great gouts, painting the ground beneath them crimson as their bodies trembled from the impact.
But neither man dared to stay down. They ignored their internal injuries, forcing themselves to roll over and scramble backward in a desperate retreat. For a moment, the looming shadow of the three-headed dragon enveloped them, its eyes flashing with a cold, predatory gleam.
One wrong move, one second too slow, and they would be devoured whole just like their junior brothers.
Fortunately, at that very moment, Arnold, who had quickly assessed the situation, rushed to the far side of the pool, deliberately making an exaggerated gesture as if to grab the Pure Yang Flowers. The three-headed black dragon’s eyes immediately shifted, fury twisting its three jaws as it turned away from Devon and Rick.
With a thunderous roar, it lunged back toward the pool, coiling protectively around the flowers it considered its own, its three heads poised like an unyielding wall of death to guard them.