What the big sword said, like a stick in the head, woke me up.

That's right, the dry bones of the evil dragon Spitz sealed at the end of the mausoleum only have a broken skeleton and no throat, but it can still spew out highly poisonous dragon breath, what does this mean?

It shows that dragon breath does not come out of the body at all, but is a kind of magic unique to them!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but speed up my pace.

Whether or not dragon breath is a type of magic, as I suspected, its power should not be underestimated.

It's okay to say that the highly poisonous dragon breath is immune to toxins, but the dragon breath of the red wing dragon is directly related to the high temperature.

How do I know, you ask?

Isn't this nonsense!

It's smoking!

And it's still billowing smoke!

I can even smell rotten eggs!

It's definitely the smell of burning sulfur!

God knows how the red pterosaur could have sulfur in its mouth?

I spread my feet and ran wildly, and suddenly, I felt a wave of heat hit me, and my back was very warm.

But I know that this is not to say that the temperature of the dragon's breath is low, but because of the distance, the residual temperature of the dragon's breath decays to a warm level as it reaches my back.

As for the true temperature of the dragon's breath, I didn't have to look at it at all, just listening to the crackling sound behind me, which was the sound of the floor tiles being burned to the point of bursting.

"Ahhhh I let out an irrepressible roar: "Why hasn't the dragon's breath stopped?" What a big lung capacity this guy has! ”

Dataidao chimed in: "I can probably finish singing 'My Sun' in one breath." ”

I was about to hit the wall, and finally, the warmth of my back gradually dissipated, followed by a burst of coolness.

This chill had nothing to do with the red-winged dragon, but it was because the sweat soaked through my clothes as I ran, and when the scorching dragon's breath stopped, the warmth that remained on my back soon began to cool, so there was a burst of coolness.

It wasn't until this moment that I finally realized how cold it was in this hall.

With a sigh of relief, I stared at the Red Pterodactyl and found that this thing was not easy, and that dragon breath also consumed a lot of its mana and physical strength, but even so, it was still a very dangerous existence for me.

The flames burned to the reddish ground, which quickly cooled down, leaving only a large blackened, uneven crack.

As I dodged the Red Pterodactyl's pursuit, I guessed in horror how exaggerated the temperature of the dragon's breath would be.

I vaguely remember the experience of encountering the nine-headed dragon in the crack space, it was also a scorching flame, although the flame of the nine-headed dragon was extremely large, but the temperature did not seem to be exaggerated by the red winged dragon, at least it would not bake the hard floor tiles into charcoal.

Soon, a thought came to my mind: if the Red Wing Dragon and the Hydra were to go head-to-head, who would be the winner?

If it was when the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar was still in the Zephyr Continent, I would not hesitate to bet that the Red Pterodactyl would win, but after hundreds of millions of years, I don't think it would be able to defeat the nine-headed dragon - even if the Red Pterodactyl can be fireproof, at least eight heads are useless, and who knows if it will also spray poison and spray ice spray and other talents.

After a moment of thought, the red-winged dragon opened its beak full of fangs, and once again charged its strength, and took another breath of dragon's breath.

There was another rush of heat, and my back was warm.

I adjusted my steps to maintain the distance between me and the dragon's breath as much as possible, and at the same time used the temperature of the dragon's breath to ward off the cold.

While warding off the cold, I tried to adjust my breathing as much as possible, and tried to maintain my body temperature by changing the way I breathed after the dragon's breath stopped, so that I would not shiver from the cold.

The dragon's breath stopped again, and because of the preparation I had made beforehand, I didn't get trembling because of the sudden cooling.

Glancing back, the Red Pterodactyl's physical strength seemed to have dropped a few points, and its flight speed was not as fast as before.

"Ha, okay, if it takes a while like this, it won't be able to fly, and it won't be able to breathe dragon breath, and when that happens, I can unilaterally abuse it."

"That's good, stinky boy" Da Taidao also praised me rarely: "I didn't expect you to be quite clever occasionally, the enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy is tired and I fight, this tactic makes you play to the fullest." ”

I smiled and continued to circle the red-winged dragon.

Seeing this, I took advantage of the situation to carry forward the tactical policy of 'taking advantage of your illness to kill you', relying on the flexibility of my body, and constantly slashing the knife at the body of the red winged dragon.

The scales of the red pterosaur are tougher than those of the blue pterosaur and the earthy yellow pterosaur, and it has been chopping for two hours with all its strength, but it has not broken its defense!

If you can't break the defense, it means that you can't kill it, and if you can't kill it, it means that the battle will continue.

At this moment, I am already feeling a little tired, and if I continue to fight like this, when I have exhausted my strength, it will be my turn to be slaughtered.

No way!

We must not let this happen!

I gritted my teeth and provoked the red-winged dragon in an even more violent way—I wanted to provoke it, to provoke it completely, and any creature, when angry, would burst out with an extremely powerful force, which was the residual power that the creature had been concealing, and as long as this power was completely exhausted, it would be the end of the crossbow.

The Red Pterodactyl is obviously a straight-tempered dragon creature, otherwise it wouldn't have used the dragon's breath against me casually, and if I were it, I would definitely kill myself by culling, after all, a straightforward physical attack is far more accurate than this kind of magic attack.

Thankfully, it's not me, and it doesn't have my intelligence.

After provoking for more than an hour, the red-winged dragon finally became furious, took a deep breath, and then flapped its wings violently, and flew around the hall in an almost crazy way, flying and spewing dragon breath from its mouth.

And this time it spouted dragon breath was different from the previous one, this time the dragon breath was sprayed wildly as if it didn't need money, almost flying anywhere, everywhere it went, it was scorching heat and blasting ground.

Frightened by the madman's presence, I fled to the edge of the hall, clinging to the walls of the hall while trying not to make a noise.

The red pterosaur's dragon breath lasted for more than an hour, and eighty percent of the floor in the hall was scorched, even the pterosaur corpse that I put in the corner was half cooked, and the pterosaur corpses that had not had time to be recovered were all turned into charcoal.

I'm glad the Red Pterodactyl didn't come to me, otherwise I would have been acquainted.

Subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and when I looked up, I saw a shallow fluorescence in the afterglow, and I was suddenly startled, and turned my head sharply, through the translucent film of light that served as a wall, I only saw the pitch black deep sea.

However, there was a flash of fluorescence just now!

Don't...... Is it my delusion?