Chapter 201: The Dragon Crystal Land is about to be in grave danger.
To avoid damage to its wings, Facebasin had no choice but to fold its wings and descend, initiating the ground battle phase.
If the Dragon Charge could break through the Odd-Faced Tribe’s formation, they would scatter again. But with the lookout on the rock platform giving commands, the Odd-Faced Tribe pulled out pots filled with gunpowder from their waists and threw them all at Facebasin.
The explosive pots collided with the Female Fire Dragon, bursting into a chain of flames that immediately halted its charge.
The Male Fire Dragons in the air didn’t just sit by while their sister was bullied; they initiated a dive towards the Odd-Faced Tribe’s ranks.
However, the Odd-Faced Tribe lacked the ability to intercept multiple dragons. Before the fire dragons’ pounce arrived, they scattered, burrowing underground only to re-emerge elsewhere.
Porcelain Bowl charged toward the loudest and highest-standing lookout, seemingly understanding the concept of a “leader” and knowing the importance of capturing the king first.
Unfortunately, the lookout was backed against a cave, and as Porcelain Bowl dove, it simply retreated into the narrow cavern.
After futilely clawing at the cave entrance, Porcelain Bowl began breathing its Breath Weapon inside.
No one knew how many twists and turns lay behind the cave, but it was clear that the lookout was unharmed, emerging from another exit and shaking its Totem to reorganize the tribe for a counterattack.
From above, Jié Jié had a clear view of everything below. The Odd-Faced Tribe was using tactics and terrain advantage to toy with the fire dragons.
As natives of the New Continent, the Odd-Faced Tribe were crude, barbaric, and xenophobic, but calling them backward was inaccurate.
They knew how to craft firearms and smelt metals, and their extensive underground network across the New Continent hinted at a once-glorious civilization.
Having lost his curiosity about the Odd-Faced Tribe’s strength, Jié Jié called the fire dragons, then used wind pressure to scatter the tribe.
But the Odd-Faced Tribe’s lookout, or perhaps commander, did not retreat with the others. Instead, it wedged itself into the cave with its Totem pillar, clinging onto it while glaring at him, as if trying to memorize his appearance.
Jié Jié merely exchanged a glance before looking away, searching instead for the Assault Dragon he cared more about.
Alas, those Assault Dragons had already hidden themselves during the chaos and couldn’t be found.
—Elsewhere—
A strange song finally broke free from the ocean’s pressure, resonating once more over a silver-clad land.
The ground trembled violently beneath the weight of accumulated snow, causing countless creatures to flee into the deep fissures of the earth.
Wherever the ground split, there were also places being squeezed shut, forming new mountains. The crust near the coast quaked violently due to the violent landing of a great existence.
The peak of the mountain fractured, red-hot magma spilling forth, boiling away years of accumulated snow.
In some places, magma gushed forth forming volcanoes, while in others, the lava flows ceased permanently.
The stern Ice Queen gazed at the now-silent magma, her long neck turning gracefully, trembling slightly as she noticed her half-finished gown.
Her body shimmered with beautiful glass-like luster, but this brilliance covered only half of her.
And when she trembled, so too did the world around her.
“GruntEr!!!”
Her nerves, delicate like ice, snapped under tension.
With a shrill roar, cooling water sprayed from the holes in her shell, flowing over her body to form an icy armor, partially covering the uncovered half.
Yet her anger did not cool. She took flight from her nest, seeking the culprit who ruined her gown.
Flying against the cracks splitting the earth toward the coast, no creature dared challenge the Ice Queen.
Still, her wrath fell indiscriminately upon all things in her path, life wilting under the frost disaster, leaving only vivid silhouettes behind.
Unaware of what transpired on the snowy plains, the original offender continued silently spinning in cycles akin to tree rings.
But each cycle differed from the last, each disaster unique.
For the Ice Queen, without provocation meant no one could bear the brunt of her fury, nor could her rage find release.
Red-eyed, her elegant figure danced alone, filled with hostility, wantonly destroying everything around her.
Like an eternal glacier, she paid no heed to the newborn volcanoes, instead flying along her usual route toward another land rich in geothermal activity.
Meanwhile, in the subterranean corridors, Dì Mǔ Shén’s steps never ceased, the heavy gold she carried constantly wearing down and falling off.
But the Glittering Dragon paid no mind, allowing the underground passages to pave a golden road with her every step.
…
Jié Jié knew nothing of the events in the Eternal Frostland or the subterranean corridors. At this moment, he was studying the death of the Magma Dragon before him.
The Magma Dragon’s demise was undeniably violent. Its hardened magma rocks appeared smashed by brute force, yet also exploded apart.
The monster that killed it took only two bites before discarding it in a conspicuous spot at the crossroads, almost boastfully.
Judging by nearby traces, it might have been dragged out of the magma to die.
After pondering briefly, Jié Jié stepped on something sticky and charred at the scene, pawing at it. The charred substance glowed red with heat.
Tiny sparks erupted with his movements, accompanied by the sound of scales exploding.
The crater-like cracks on the Magma Dragon’s corpse began resembling punches more and more.
There must be a Sui Long active nearby; the sticky substance on the ground was likely symbiotic Slime Mold.
Upon confirming the presence of a monster he hadn’t fought before, the Spiny Dragon’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
Lately, he’d been bored, unable to find the Flame King Dragon, and attempts to sense the Life Light to locate the Míng Dēng Lóng proved fruitless.
The underground of the Dragon Crystal Land was monotonous: magma and rock layers, interspersed with occasional Dragon Crystals and ore veins chewed beyond recognition.
A few days ago, Jié Jié ate a roasted fish and wanted to try swimming in the magma. However, realizing he lacked the stone armor of a Magma Dragon, jumping directly into the magma would likely turn him into a golden-crispy roasted fish.
Even avoiding roasting wouldn’t prevent freezing; Magma Dragons feel cold in environments below fifty degrees and risk freezing to death.
Thus, his dream of swimming in magma shattered, though he managed to drink some magma using the mysterious technology of the Magma Dragon’s mouth.
It wasn’t tasty.
Now, he decided to go look for that Sui Long first.
Chapter 202
