Chapter 2089 Dragon’s Might (2)

Chapter 2089 Dragon's Might (2)

The monstrous wyvern, though momentarily stunned, wasn't finished yet. Its fiery eyes burned brighter with fury as it realized the audacity of this small creature daring to challenge it.

BOOM!

With a powerful beat of its massive wings, the wyvern whipped up a sandstorm, engulfing the entire area in a swirling vortex of dust and debris. The visibility dropped to near zero, making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening within the storm's heart.

"Ah!" Panic surged through the practitioners. They could only cover their heads and brace themselves against the buffeting winds, fearing for the worst.

Yun Lintian, however, narrowed his eyes. The Eyes of Heaven pierced through the swirling sand, allowing him to see a faint outline of the wyvern locked in a fierce struggle with Long Qingxuan. Her azure light flickered erratically within the storm, suggesting she was having difficulty maintaining her defense against the relentless onslaught of sand and wind.

Tang Yumei bit her lip, worry etched on her face. Despite her earlier excitement, seeing Long Qingxuan engulfed in the sandstorm was nerve-wracking.

Boom!

Suddenly, a booming voice resonated from within the storm, barely audible over the howling wind.

"Azure Dragon's Fury!"

A blinding flash of azure light erupted from the sandstorm, momentarily pushing back the swirling dust and revealing a breathtaking sight.

Long Qingxuan stood tall, her entire body glowing with an intense azure aura. Her hand was outstretched, a ball of crackling azure energy swirling in her palm, resembling a miniature dragon head.

"Roarrrr!" The wyvern, caught off guard by the sudden burst of light and power, roared in defiance. But it was too late. Long Qingxuan hurled the miniature azure dragon head at the beast. It streaked through the air, leaving a trail of crackling energy in its wake, and slammed directly into the wyvern's chest.

BOOOOOM—

An earth-shattering explosion rocked the entire area. The sandstorm dissipated instantly, revealing the aftermath. The wyvern, its colossal form battered and bruised, let out a final, mournful screech before crashing down onto the cracked earth with a bone-jarring thud.

Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow. "According to my knowledge, numerous True Gods have explored this region in the past. Shouldn't they have dealt with such beasts long ago?"

Tang Wei smiled wryly. "They are True Gods. Why would they care about insignificant existences like them? Besides, with their power, they could go directly to the palace."

"I see," Yun Lintian nodded slightly. He was thinking about whether he should invite Lan Qinghe and Li Shan over.

As they trekked for what felt like hours, the desolate scenery remained unchanged. A monotonous expanse of cracked earth stretched before them, punctuated by the jagged silhouettes of skeletal mountains in the distance. The silence was broken only by the occasional howl of wind, whipping across the barren plains.

Suddenly, Long Qingxuan came to a halt, her hand raised in a signal for silence. A frown creased her brow as she peered into the distance.

Yun Lintian narrowed his eyes, activating the Eyes of Heaven. His gaze pierced through the hazy air, revealing a horrifying sight.

In a shallow depression not far ahead, a group of figures huddled around a crackling bonfire. But these were no ordinary travelers. Their bodies were grotesquely twisted, their skin an unnatural shade of gray, and their eyes glowed with an eerie red light.

They were clearly demonic practitioners, their very presence a sickening blight on the already desolate landscape.

But what truly sent a jolt of revulsion through Yun Lintian was the sight at the center of their gathering. Several human figures, clearly captured and subdued, lay sprawled on the ground. Their bodies were ravaged, and their vacant eyes spoke of unspeakable horrors they had endured.

The demonic practitioners were tearing into the human flesh with a savagery that defied description, their laughter echoing through the desolate plains like a chorus of nightmares.

A cold glint flashed through Yun Lintian's eyes. The sight of these demonic monsters feasting on innocent humans ignited a fire in his gut. Especially the bodies of young women who were made into human candlesticks with torches in their mouths. It was a gruesome sight.

"Those demonic practitioners... they need to be dealt with." Han Bingling uttered coldly.

Her voice was laced with a chilling finality, leaving no room for argument. The others shared her sentiment, their faces grim as they readied themselves for battle.

Even Tang Wei, despite his earlier cowardice, straightened his back, a flicker of determination replacing his fear.

"These bastards!" Tang Wei said angrily.