The dragon pulp uses the law of rank as a weapon, as long as the blood in the blended potion is strong enough, it can even temporarily suppress the ferocity of any monster below the ancient dragon before its side effects manifest. However, the past of the Challenge Rite has long proven that once faced with the ancient dragons, the only effect of this purple potion is to provoke their ferocity, causing these creatures standing at the apex of the world to become angry and completely lose their minds.

The effect of the potion is overbearing and abnormal, even the uninjured Xia Long is difficult to resist, and has to choose to fight to the death, at this moment the unicorn is already dying, and he can't take out any energy to suppress the anger in his heart. As if a drug had been given to a patient who had been bedridden for a long time, the unicorn suddenly stood up, puffed out his chest, and pointed a sharp horn into the sky in high spirits.

"Zira—"

As a devastating tsunami set off in the spiritual world of the ancient dragon race, a monstrous wave also stirred up in the thunder sea on the battlefield. The unicorn squandered every ounce of physical strength he had left, indiscriminately attacking every living thing in the minefield. The arc of electricity flowing in the void was originally as thin as a hair, but in the blink of an eye, it became the thickness of a little finger. Countless arcs of lightning twisted and condensed, so much so that they converged into arm-thick streams of electric light, like silver snakes dancing in the sky, slashing and biting the hunter's body.

The effect of the dragon pulp blended unscrupulously into every wisp of air, making the turquoise thunder and lightning also carry a touch of enchanting purple. The sudden volatile lilac elixir became the last straw that crushed the qilin, and the fragile mind of the natural calamity powerhouse could no longer withstand the consumption of this intensity, and the originally vast spiritual world collapsed inch by inch, and finally could not stop the flow of the vitality of the ancient dragon species. First a tiny wisp, then more and more thunder turned into a dazzling blood-red, arcs of different colors dancing across the battlefield, making the hunters feel as if they were in a fantasy world.

"No ......" sealed dust as if it had been rudely thrown into a crematorium, and the burning and paralyzing sensation that lingered around his body instantly swallowed the dragon whisperer's ability to think, leaving only the last bit of vague consciousness. The young hunter raised his head with difficulty, under the impact of the thunder wave, only Mo Lin could still stand intact on the battlefield, the figure of the old hunter and the silhouette of the unicorn slowly overlapped in one place, and the five-star hunter had already touched the side of the ancient dragon species.

Merlin had one arm across his forehead, resisting the incessant flash of light in front of him, and the arc of lightning accompanied by a strong wind blew the old hunter's hair back beyond his helmet. The deacon's nose moved slightly, and his body was clearly filled with a vague smell of burning, and the golden paint of the hunting suit was gradually peeling off and failing under the fierce current. The five-star hunter only listened to the sound of the "horn" under him, and the precious jewelry bead on his waist could no longer withstand the impact of natural disaster-level thunder and lightning, and a thin crack opened from it, and the luster of the orb also dimmed a lot.

"This set of equipment is also about to reach its limit......" The old hunter quickened his pace again as he felt the paralysis continue to flood his fingertips. He pulled out the bone dagger behind his back, raised his other hand, and gently pressed it against the Kirin's back.

The unsparing thunderstorm was like the last madness of the ancient dragon, finally draining what little strength it had left. The unicorn couldn't even keep standing, so it sat on its knees, its ruby eyes still under the effects of the medicine, looking indignantly at the lowly species that was close to it.

Merlin wrapped one arm around the thunderbeast's neck, the blade resting lightly against the ancient dragon's throat. Although the Kirin is too thin for ordinary natural disasters, it is still a head taller than the finest horses that humans have ever raised. The chief deacon is not very tall, and in this posture, a man and a beast must grind his ears and temples, and he looks like two close friends from a distance.

"So, is there anything else you want to say?" The five-star hunter whispered in the unicorn's ear. The unicorn snorted heavily, and a bolt of lightning spewed heavily on Merlin's body, and the chief deacon tilted his head slightly, and finally smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry...... It's the relationship of the efficacy. Well, the next time you wake up, remember not to fall in love with a dragon family. Even I know this truth - there are too many differences in your life levels after all, and this is already the best ending you can do. ”

The five-star hunter said this, and the blade pressed towards the slender neck of the ancient dragon species. Where the blade passed, it was as if a sluice gate had been suddenly opened, and the crimson dragon's blood flowed down the heel of the neck like a waterfall. The white fur on the unicorn's chest was dyed red and wet, and locks were attached to its chest. Large streams of blood fell to the ground along the gaps in the hair, seeping into the gaps in the bluestone slabs, outlining bright red straight lines. The old hunter's waist sank, and the head of the ancient dragon species was gradually becoming heavy, and he carefully avoided the scattered blood beads, and lowered the head and neck of the thunder beast, leaning against the larger golden lion beside him.

"Enjoy your last moments with this guy, your body will be separated from it forever." Merlin wiped the blood from the Qilin's body, leaving two conspicuous blood marks on the white fur. He sheathed his knife and groped for a special flare from his waist, and the lilac light bullet rose into the air. Above the old hunter's head, the sound of the propeller suddenly amplified. The Golden Light adjusted to its proper position, the cargo hold quietly opened, and a cloud of hook nets that had been prepared was thrown down from the ship, covering the body of the ancient dragon impartially.

"Hell!" After experiencing the baptism of thunderstorm, Xiao Yang was the first to wake up, even though the ability of the double knife hand to resist blows was outstanding, he only felt a splitting headache, and his chest and abdomen were on fire, as if he had been forcibly poured into a barrel full of spirits. But the physical condition was the last thing for the young hunter to worry about, and under Xiao Yang's gaze, the thunderclouds in the shadow of the dome were cracking through the cracks and falling apart at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the equally dark sky behind the clouds. The young hunter barely sat up, only to find that the arc on the battlefield had lost its source of power and was rapidly fading.

The double knife hand was startled, and hurriedly looked around for Mo Lin's figure, and the chief deacon was standing less than a hundred meters away from the small hunting group. Without the cover of the thunder in the sky, the young hunter could clearly see that a thick rope with hook nets was dragging the body of the ancient dragon and closing it towards the open warehouse.

"Liar, right...... Is that the remains of a unicorn? The young hunter rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he still couldn't change what he saw. The moment he came to his senses, a deep sense of powerlessness spread across Xiao Yang's limbs, and his face was like ashes in an instant, "Ancient dragon species...... Just died? ”

Seeing Mo Lin Shiran in the distance, he climbed the rope ladder, and the tall hunter seemed to lose all his strength for a moment. He tilted his head back, and before he could lie back on the ground, a figure swept by him quickly, running lifelessly towards the rising remains of the unicorn.

"Dust? You ......"

"It's not over yet! And that's not all! The Dragonwhisperer's arms swayed exaggeratedly, and the green tendons on his temples jumped abruptly, kicking up a puff of sand on the ground with each step. The remains of the unicorn! Can't be taken away by that guy! The young hunter turned around as he ran, shouting hysterically at his companions behind him.

Everyone in the small hunting group woke up one after another, and they almost only recognized the situation on the battlefield, and their eyes were either angry or regretful, or with a hole of powerlessness. At first hearing the Shadow Hunter's shout, everyone seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water on their heads, and one by one they reflexively jumped up with their weak bodies.

"The ...... of the Little Hunting Regiment Let's take back the body of the Kirin! Commander Qin supported his body with a war hammer and staggered to his feet, not having time to relieve the paralysis on his body, he followed Feng Chen's back and rushed towards the bottom of the Golden Light.

Holding the rough rope in one hand, Morin hung his whole body on the rope ladder, and looked leisurely at the ground, where the cable was being retracted into the hold inch by inch, and the hunters on the ground were getting smaller and smaller. Among the people who arrived, the rhino was the closest to the airship. The Shadow Hunter swung the hammer in his hand fiercely, but the hook net had risen to a height of more than ten meters in a few breaths, unless the Silver Armor Hunter had the ability to fly to the sky, it was already beyond the reach of the whip.

"Reverse Scales Guy!" The chief deacon waved his hand at the rhino, not forgetting to point to the remains of the ivory beast that had been left in place, and the roaring propeller was also covered with a shout, "I'll leave the golden lion here, and you can take it if you want—but I guess you don't really need it, but you want to give yourself an excuse to fight, right?" ”

"What excuses...... "Silverarmor Hunter let out a low grunt in his throat as he rounded his hammer at his side, "Shadow Hunters don't need any hellish excuses to do things!" As soon as he let go, the giant hammer was thrown into the air, and the blade smashed into the hook net, knocking the unicorn's body and shaking violently.

"Give up, this guy is not destined to be your prey." The chief deacon steadied himself and rubbed the white stiff hairs in the hook net. The warhammer and the ancient dragon in the net parted with a single touch, lost their strength and fell crookedly back to the ground. The Silverarmor Hunter gritted his teeth and gurgled his teeth, and the hook net had risen to nearly thirty meters, and the current Shadow Hunter had no means to attack that height, no matter what.

"Whoosh ——!"

Before Mo Lin could completely relax, the sound of several arrows breaking through the air suddenly sounded under him. The sharp arrow did not fly towards Morin on the rope ladder, and the arrow cut straight at the thick rope that connected the hook net to the warehouse. The rope ladder shook every second under the whirlwind of the wind and the propellers, and the three arrows were connected end to end, and they actually shot at the same place on the rope one after another.

"Liar, right...... Is that the remains of a unicorn? The young hunter rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he still couldn't change what he saw. The moment he came to his senses, a deep sense of powerlessness spread across Xiao Yang's limbs, and his face was like ashes in an instant, "Ancient dragon species...... Just died? ”

Seeing Mo Lin Shiran in the distance, he climbed the rope ladder, and the tall hunter seemed to lose all his strength for a moment. He tilted his head back, and before he could lie back on the ground, a figure swept by him quickly, running lifelessly towards the rising remains of the unicorn.

"Dust? You ......"

"It's not over yet! And that's not all! The Dragonwhisperer's arms swayed exaggeratedly, and the green tendons on his temples jumped abruptly, kicking up a puff of sand on the ground with each step. The remains of the unicorn! Can't be taken away by that guy! The young hunter turned around as he ran, shouting hysterically at his companions behind him.

Everyone in the small hunting group woke up one after another, and they almost only recognized the situation on the battlefield, and their eyes were either angry or regretful, or with a hole of powerlessness. At first hearing the Shadow Hunter's shout, everyone seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water on their heads, and one by one they reflexively jumped up with their weak bodies.

"The ...... of the Little Hunting Regiment Let's take back the body of the Kirin! Commander Qin supported his body with a war hammer and staggered to his feet, not having time to relieve the paralysis on his body, he followed Feng Chen's back and rushed towards the bottom of the Golden Light.

Holding the rough rope in one hand, Morin hung his whole body on the rope ladder, and looked leisurely at the ground, where the cable was being retracted into the hold inch by inch, and the hunters on the ground were getting smaller and smaller. Among the people who arrived, the rhino was the closest to the airship. The Shadow Hunter swung the hammer in his hand fiercely, but the hook net had risen to a height of more than ten meters in a few breaths, unless the Silver Armor Hunter had the ability to fly to the sky, it was already beyond the reach of the whip.

"Reverse Scales Guy!" The chief deacon waved his hand at the rhino, not forgetting to point to the remains of the ivory beast that had been left in place, and the roaring propeller was also covered with a shout, "I'll leave the golden lion here, and you can take it if you want—but I guess you don't really need it, but you want to give yourself an excuse to fight, right?" ”

"What excuses...... "Silverarmor Hunter let out a low grunt in his throat as he rounded his hammer at his side, "Shadow Hunters don't need any hellish excuses to do things!" As soon as he let go, the giant hammer was thrown into the air, and the blade smashed into the hook net, knocking the unicorn's body and shaking violently.

"Give up, this guy is not destined to be your prey." The chief deacon steadied himself and rubbed the white stiff hairs in the hook net. The warhammer and the ancient dragon in the net parted with a single touch, lost their strength and fell crookedly back to the ground. The Silverarmor Hunter gritted his teeth and gurgled his teeth, and the hook net had risen to nearly thirty meters, and the current Shadow Hunter had no means to attack that height, no matter what.

"Whoosh ——!"

Before Mo Lin could completely relax, the sound of several arrows breaking through the air suddenly sounded under him. The sharp arrow did not fly towards Morin on the rope ladder, and the arrow cut straight at the thick rope that connected the hook net to the warehouse. The rope ladder shook every second under the whirlwind of the wind and the propellers, and the three arrows were connected end to end, and they actually shot at the same place on the rope one after another.