Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

The sound came from that direction.

The tremors from the ground grew stronger and stronger.

The dead tree trunks in the forest swayed slightly, and the previously dry riverbed nearby was also affected.

The cracked edges of the mud slabs began to peel away, small pieces falling into the fissures. Even the withered tree trunks trembled slightly, as if awakened from the ground by something.

Then, a deep roar came from the depths of the forest.

That wasn't just an ordinary roar.

The sound contained a kind of infrasound vibration, which could not be heard through the ears, but rather felt through the bones, through the internal organs, and through every cell in the body.

Motu's chest resonated, his heart skipped a beat for a moment, his vision blurred, and a feeling of nausea and dizziness washed over him.

"High-level magical beast!"

Motu's pupils contracted to pinpoints.

"At least second-order, possibly third-order!"

The scales on the white shark's body burst open, its tail was tucked between its legs, and the dragon was half a head shorter.

"hide!"

Motu let out a low shout and turned to rush towards a rock crevice on the side of the riverbed not far away.

The riverbed had been dry for a long time, and the pebbles at the bottom of the river were white from the sun. On both sides of the crack were two steep walls made of sedimentary rock, which were covered with wind-eroded holes.

In an emergency, Motu directly selected a crack in the riverbed that was about half a meter wide and two meters deep. Its entrance was partially hidden by a clump of dead shrubs, making it almost invisible from the outside.

The two dragons practically tumbled and crawled inside.

The inside of the crack was slightly wider than the entrance, just wide enough for two dragons to lie side by side.

Motu lowered his body to its lowest point, with his limbs close to the ground and his tail close to his back.

Shark White squeezed next to him, his body trembling slightly, his three-layered serrated teeth grinding together, but he managed not to make a sound.

Through the gaps in the dead branches of the bushes, they could vaguely see the outside world.

The tremors grew stronger.

The gravel on the ground pulsated like bubbles in boiling water, the dead tree trunks began to sway, and one of the trunks, which was already half broken, finally gave way and snapped off at the base with a crack, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of grayish-white dust.

Then, the monster appeared.

It emerged from the depths of the dead forest, its massive body smashing through the dead trees blocking its path like straw.

It was a giant rock armored lizard.

Motu thought it resembled a rock lizard, but it was much larger than any rock lizard he had ever seen in the Dark Forest.

It is over six meters long and covered with dark brown scales, each the size of a palm, with jagged edges, as if it had been gnawed by something.

A row of bone spurs stood upright on its back like sharp swords, the longest of which were half a meter long, their tips gleaming with a dark, cold light in the twilight.

Its limbs were as thick as tree trunks, and with each step it took, a shallow pit was dug into the ground, and the pebbles were crushed. Its tail dragged behind it, with a broken piece at the tip, as if it had been bitten off by something. The cut had healed, but a hideous bump remained.

What caught Motu's attention the most was its eyes.

Those vertical pupils were a dark yellow, the pupils contracted into thin lines, containing no rational light, only pure animal instinct.

It wasn't patrolling its territory, nor was it looking for food; it was just walking, aimlessly walking, and crushing everything in its path in the process.

Similar to the Dragonborn kobolds, this is a high-ranking dragon bloodline whose spiritual consciousness was destroyed by a blood pulse.

Sha Bai lowered his voice to a whisper, his lips almost touching Mo Tu's ear:

"This thing... could crush us both to death."

Motu did not answer.

He stared at the rock-armored lizard, its massive form reflected in his vertical pupils.

The rock-armored lizard stopped about fifty paces from the crevice.

It shook its head, its nostrils flaring, as if it were sniffing something.

Motu held his breath, and with a little force, dug his claws into the soil beneath him.

The white shark's body trembled even more violently, but its three-layered serrated teeth remained firmly clenched, without uttering a sound.

The rock-armored lizard sniffed for a few moments, seemingly finding nothing, or perhaps it simply didn't care.

Perhaps in its eyes, there was nothing in this dead forest worth its attention.

It snorted, exhaling a cloud of sulfurous fumes, and then continued on its way.

Just when Motu thought it would walk past the crack—

A figure descended from the sky.

No.

It didn't fall from the sky.

They emerged from the thick fog of the dead forest.

The man was dressed in a neat, dark red robe. What caught the eye was the emblem of the Holy Blood Tower embroidered on the chest of the robe, with a blood-red full moon hanging above the pointed tower.

The robe's intricate and elaborate patterns exude a strict, high-class formality.

The hem of the robe was embroidered with silver runes, the lines of which were many times more intricate than those on the kobold pickaxe, gleaming with a cold silver light in the twilight, flickering with each step.

The man wore a hood, his face hidden in the shadows, revealing only a softly shaped chin and a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were pale gray, devoid of any emotion, like two cold stones.

The wizard of the Tower of Holy Blood.

Motu's heart skipped a beat.

This was the first time he had seen the wizard of the Holy Blood Tower since he came to the Dark Forest, and the first time he had felt the wizard's aura so closely.

That aura wasn't oppressive or intimidating, but something deeper.

indifferent.

It's as if everything in this world is just... material in the other person's eyes.

The rock-armored lizard clearly sensed that aura as well.

It stopped in its tracks, its massive body suddenly turning towards the wizard, all the bone spurs on its back standing upright, and a low roar emanating from its throat.

A look of vigilance and unease appeared in those dark yellow vertical pupils.

It sensed a threat.

The wizard did not stop.

He continued walking toward the rock lizard, his pace leisurely, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The hem of the robe dragged on the ground, the silver runes flashing like some kind of countdown.

The rock-armored lizard finally couldn't hold back any longer.

It let out a deafening roar, and its six-meter-long body suddenly shot out, its gaping maw revealing two rows of sharp, serrated teeth, which it then used to bite at the wizard's head.

Its speed was completely disproportionate to its size; it was as fast as a dark brown lightning bolt.

Shark White's eyes widened, and the three layers of serrated teeth involuntarily opened a slit.

Motu's pupils contracted.

Then he saw it.

The wizard didn't even stop. He simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the rock-armored lizard.

A dark red chain of light shot out from the palm.

The light chain was as thin as a hair, but its speed was unbelievable.

Motu's eyes couldn't even catch its flight path; he only saw a dark red halo suddenly appear around the neck of the rock-armored lizard.

The chain of light, like a living snake, wrapped around the rock-armored lizard's neck three times before suddenly tightening.

The rock-armored lizard's charge was abruptly stopped.

Its body paused in mid-air for a moment before crashing heavily to the ground. The six-meter-long body shook the ground and sent fragments of stone flying.

Its forepaws frantically dug at the ground, leaving deep furrows, but the light chain around its neck tightened more and more, the dark red light seeping into the gaps in its scales, as if it were eroding its flesh from the inside.

The rock-armored lizard let out a painful roar, its tail lashing wildly at the ground, scattering moss and sending pebbles flying.

A rock the size of a head was struck by the tail and flew dozens of steps away, smashing into a dead tree and breaking it in half.

The wizard did not stop.

He walked to the front of the rock-armored lizard's head and looked down at the six-meter-long behemoth.

In the vertical pupils of the rock-armored lizard, madness was finally completely replaced by fear.

It wanted to retreat, to escape, but the light chain held it firmly to the ground like an iron hoop, preventing it from even raising its head.

The wizard raised his left hand and clenched it in the air.

The rock-armored lizard's body suddenly froze.

Then, the two dragons witnessed a scene that sent chills down their spines.