Fang ChenLe is only a level four mage. No combat ability when combat ability is needed. Even his physical strength is not as strong as that of martial artists. Very quickly, the poisonous flood dragon catches up to him.
A gigantic shadow envelops him from above. The way forward is blocked by the poisonous flood dragon. Its twin perfectly round eyes are fixed on Fang ChenLe who appears very tiny in its eyes.
Rays of ruthlessness radiate from its ferocious face as if it would eat up Fang ChenLe in the next second.
There is not a drop of blood left on Fang ChenLe's pale face. Although he knows that it would be hard to escape death this time, his stubborn eyes still reflect his unwillingness. His life has just started. How could he be willing to let it end right here and right now?
Of course he saw how Elder Shi and the others didn't save him from the face of death. It can't be denied that he feels bitter in his heart but he feels no hate because in this struggle, if their positions were reversed, he may make the same decision as them.
However, he is after all only a normal man. He doesn't want to die. He feels hopelessness as well as unwillingness in his heart. However, he can only watch with eyes wide open, his own tragic death in the jaws of the poisonous flood dragon. This type of powerlessness is suddenly magnified. Right at this moment, he suddenly understands why ZiLin always wanted to be a martial artist.
If he can do it over, he would also want to be a martial artist who can summon the wind and rain!
Under the roars of the poisonous flood dragon, Fang ChenLe finally can't stand it any longer and falls to the ground sitting. A thread of regret rises in his heart. With death hanging over his head, he finally realizes how reluctant he is to leave his Master, reluctant to leave his fellow disciples, especially the one that grew up with him from when they were young, ZiLin. If he finds out that he has died, he would probably feel a deep sorrow. And there's also that Little brother who always makes him worried .......
Just as Fang ChenLe closes his eyes and surrenders to his fate, the roars of the poisonous flood dragon suddenly dies down.
After not hearing any sound of movement for some time, Fang ChenLe can't help but open his eyes, only to be shocked speechless by the scene in front of his eyes.
He sees the gigantic poisonous flood dragon cowering on the ground. Its bloodshot eyes have already regained their clarity, replaced instead with a look of terror, as if something a hundred percent terrifying to it has appeared. It lowers its gigantic head in fear and trepidation.
Fang ChenLe doesn't know what happened but he very quickly connects the dots to that mysterious person who helped them out earlier. Even though he isn't absolutely sure, it can only be him.