Chapter 492 The ants’ resistance! Familiar voice!

Chen Ming firmly grasped the dagger at his waist.

The tiger's mouth even turned slightly white due to the exertion of force.

This is the biggest crisis he has ever encountered since his rebirth, bar none...

The completely dark interface made him lose control of Xiaolong.

The ancestral dragon in the sky slowly withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the little dragon again.

The little dragon, which had lost Chen Ming's control, also flapped its wings and flew slowly towards the ancestral dragon in the sky.

There was curiosity and probing in its big eyes.

Chen Ming could only watch the little dragon fly into the sky.

It's not just him.

At this moment, everyone present, even the soldiers, looked up...

His face was filled with respect and awe.

Although they don't know exactly what is happening in the sky, what they know is that at this moment, they are witnessing history!

Just ten seconds.

The distance between the little dragon and the ancestor dragon was less than a hundred feet.

For the giant Zulong in the sky, this distance is already a stone's throw away.

then.

The black mist rolled and the clouds surged.

Originally, the ancestral dragon in the sky only had a huge face.

But as the black mist rolled in, more and more details emerged—a pair of huge dragon claws!

They are obviously dragon claws formed by the surging and churning black mist, but they feel extremely powerful, and even the scales convey a sense of majesty!

The fierce appearance makes it hard to believe that it is made of clouds and mist!

"Little dragon..."

Chen Ming stared blankly at the huge dragon claw, slowly but unstoppably grabbing at the little dragon.

It can't be said that it was caught.

It should be said that it is covered!

It was a sense of oppression like a dark cloud pressing down on the city.

Xiaolong, who had still been confused and curious in his eyes before, suddenly changed his expression after being covered by the billowing clouds.

"Bang bang!"

The huge heart in its chest began to beat crazily, constantly squeezing, and spurting out dragon blood, supplying it to the whole body.

Xiaolong...

I felt a kind of oppression that I had never felt before.

It was a kind of inner fear after encountering a natural enemy.

It is the suppression of those lower down in the food chain by those higher up.

It is an indelible mark engraved in the blood and marrow!

"Ouch!!!"

The little dragon burst out with a sharp roar, tongues of fire erupted from its mouth, and the dragon's breath surged!

Normally, the dragon's breath is at most a fire snake.

But at this moment...

But it has tremendous momentum!

The thick black fog was torn open by the sudden fire! ! !

"Little dragon!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming's eyes lit up.

He really didn't expect that Xiaolong would have such terrifying explosive power.

"The ancestral dragon is just an image."

"Maybe Xiaolong can really break free!"

Chen Ming couldn't help but think excitedly.

However, such thoughts only just passed through my mind.

The next second.

Xiaolong's sharp roar suddenly stopped.

As if someone was strangling his throat, he disappeared quickly and completely.

follow closely.

The black mist, illuminated by fiery red, solidified.

The flaming cloud-like sky appears still, just like the most bold and unrestrained colors painted by medieval masters.

But gradually, the color became unbalanced.

The black mist swayed and swayed, and the dazzling firelight began to fade.

Like a beach at low tide.

The waves took away everything on the beach...

Silent and silent.

Nothing is left.

The fire disappeared.

The billowing black fog that could not be penetrated at a glance once again enveloped the sky.

It enveloped Xiaolong.

Chen Ming's heart also hit rock bottom at this moment.

It’s over…

He could only watch this scene.

But nothing can be done...

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, Chen Ming pulled out the dagger from his waist.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the billowing black clouds in the sky.

Indeed, facing such an existence, he couldn't do anything.

but……

Just because he can't do it doesn't mean he won't do it.

Chen Ming, whose skill bar is all black, naturally does not have the ability to rush into the sky and compete with Zulong.

Therefore, he just raised his right hand with all his strength, aimed the dagger in his right hand at the sky, and then...

Throw it out hard!

Such behavior immediately attracted the attention of the nearby soldiers.

They immediately clenched their swords and aimed at Chen Ming, as if they were about to charge away without saying a word.

But when they saw clearly what Chen Ming threw, the tension in their hearts dissipated instantly.

"A dagger?"

One person showed a joking smile.

It's not just him.

The others had almost the same expression.

The dagger is small to begin with.

It is also an ancestral dragon thrown from the ground to the sky.

That's the wrong behavior below.

And the contrast between the smallness of the dagger and the vastness of the ancestral dragon.

Everything makes Chen Ming look ridiculous.

But Chen Ming remained expressionless.

Even ants have the right to struggle, right?

He is by no means the kind of person who is easy to catch!

"Whoosh!"

The dagger flew up.

With a hint of coldness.

Although it was quickly engulfed by billowing black clouds in the sky.

But at least before it submerged into the black mist, it erupted with its own cold light!

Two seconds later.

From the black mist not far away, the dagger fell straight down.

It fell rapidly with its head downwards like an eagle with broken wings.

Chen Ming watched helplessly as it fell from the sky.

Poker face.

Sure enough, this is the result...

He, an ant, fought hard, but in the end, he didn't even get the slightest reaction from Zu Long.

This is the real thing that shakes the tree.

The other party never even received any feedback.

Chen Ming looked up at the sky, expressionless.

In the black mist, what happened to Xiaolong...he didn't know.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reach out and grab it.

The equipment mechanism brought the dagger far away in mid-air back to his hand.

As soon as he took it, Chen Ming felt a slight coldness.

He looked down and realized that there was a wisp of black mist wrapped around the dagger.

The black mist that formed the ancestral dragon seemed to be exactly the same.

"Did you bring it down after being stabbed with a dagger..."

Chen Ming didn't intend to think too much about it. After all, the situation was already like this. How could he have the time to deal with these trivial matters.

But what I didn't expect was.

The next second.

The mist on the dagger suddenly became bone-chilling!

That's a kind of icy cold that can make people feel stinging!

The mist that originally hung around the dagger seemed to be stimulated by something.

Before Chen Ming could react.

His already darkened, unusable backpack suddenly opened on its own, and a bullet-like pill shot out!

It suddenly spun in Chen Ming's palm!

Suction bursts.

The black mist wrapped around the dagger was immediately absorbed by the pill, and then swallowed up!

The pills were still that holy and pure white, without any trace of black mist.

This scene sounds very slow, but it actually happens in the blink of an eye.