The dark cavern is as deep as the eyes of that great being.

The pitch-black rocks did not have the slightest luster under the reflection of various five-colored crystals, and the light was absorbed by the surrounding stones.

In that boundless darkness, there was a shadow that was darker, darker in the darkness. Its massive body seemed to have not moved in centuries.

It guards its treasures, just as the most miserly miser in the world cherishes all that it has. Constant plundering and collecting was what it loved and was willing to do all the time, until the appearance of that person.

Until that person shows up!

The giant creature finally sensed something uneasy, but it awoke unhurriedly, slowly raising its massive head to scan the danger from outside its dwelling.

The man wrapped in the cloak did not hide himself, he completely showed his body in the darkness.

He simply stood on the dark rock, as if he had been standing for a long time, as if he had been standing here before the great cavern had been formed, and was ready to continue standing.

Stand for eternity.

The black dragon opened its huge eyes, looking at the infiltrator with cruelty and anger.

The latter's eyes shone with determination and strength, and he looked fearlessly at the huge black dragon in front of him, and in front of the strongest life in the world, he took the initiative and watched fearlessly.

It is an unyielding belief that has endured countless terrible wounds, a fanatical faith that persists in the face of the deepest darkness and terror, a force that makes people mad and can endure setbacks constantly.

In the face of the dragon, the man did not flinch.

"I come from the faith of my soul. My arm is forgotten beneath yours. He spoke in a calm and insistent voice.

"I can't find it, can you see it?"

The black dragon felt the meaning and power contained in that gaze, and it fixed on the other's eyes. It understood what he meant, but it didn't matter, it was just plain angry.

This man is too small in front of it, and his thoughts, intentions, and prepared actions are too small to be mentioned.

But it is unforgivable that he disturbed its sleep.

In fact, the black dragon knew what that person was referring to.

His arm—the extension of the arm is the weapon.

Beneath its body, among its myriad treasures and magical items, is a weapon.

The slightest inconspicuous sword.

Black dragons don't like weapons, especially magic weapons.

It doesn't like to have intruders sneak in while it's sleeping and hurt itself with its collection of weapons.

So when the treasures were first sorted, all the items and weapons that contained magical powers were moved into other spaces.

Only the sword, inconspicuously left there. The dragon couldn't feel its magical powers, so it didn't bother to clean it up. It vaguely remembered that the sword had a name engraved on it—Tempest Sawtooth.

The still-calm air currents in the cavern began to turn, as if the gears in the huge clock tower had been plucked and then kept running.

The black dragon puffed out its ribcage in impatience, and the heat of its abdomen gathered, flowing towards its throat, passing through its long neck and filling its mouth, filling its mouth, and then ready to fire.

The dragon is waiting.

The danger slowly rose like a tide, and the man flashed into the darkness, and even the dragon's eyes with excellent night vision could only see a faint shadow wrapped in arms and hoods.

It never had the opportunity to see the eyes of the man whose knowledge and familiarity with the darkness even transcended the darkness itself, and who merged with the darkness and became one.

There was only darkness in front of the dragon, and the man's body was like blood melted into water.

But blood is blood after all, and even if it is one with thousands of streams of water, the essence of blood is blood. The dragon, who knew everything about the darkness, waited, when the man's vague shadow revealed again...... The dragon will attack.

It never gives any of its opponents any chance.

The first breath of dragon flame finally spat out, and the inside of the long flame was almost white.

The faucet swept from left to right, and the entire cavern was filled with burning heat and angry breath. Rocks that have been around for 10,000 years cannot withstand such high temperatures and impacts, they crack, crumble, and melt.

After the dragon burn, black smoke billowed from the cavern, and the originally hard rock turned into dark red lava. It seemed impossible for a creature to survive such an attack, but those bright eyes still appeared in the gaps in the black smoke.

The mighty dragon flame only melted away the man's cloak, and his intricately crafted armor shimmered against the dim glow of lava fire. Beneath the demon-like helmet was a resolute face.

At the same time, a pair of fleshy wings appeared behind the man's back, like a giant bat flying out of hell. The black-red fleshy wings flapped violently, and the strong air currents carried the man to float in the air.

The dragon was even angrier, and in the intervals between its preparations for a second attack, the man began to move in mid-air.

The magic of the flight poured out of the cracks in his armor, and he drew the sword behind his back, and the ice blue magic covered it.

In the blink of an eye, the man's figure had disappeared from its place with a phantom. The next moment, with a strong wind, he appeared in the dragon's belly.

The sword with magic in his hand had just pierced through the scales of the black dragon and cut a small wound there. The ice magic attached to the sword unleashed, and the biting cold made the dragon shiver.

Then everything returned to darkness. The sound of collision, the sound of ice breaking, the sound of the wind was heard, and it was chaotic and intertwined.

When the last flames flickered, the man's figure was already running into the distance with the sword he had touched from under the dragon's belly.

The dragon's second breath chased the shadow, and a sea of fire swept its way. But he had fled far away.

Anything that is powerful, as long as it is far away, will inevitably become small.

He heard the dragon's angry roar, not from the scars of the attack, but from a frustration of self-esteem.

At that moment, he felt the tragedy of slaying the dragon, a simple sword. It's just a simple sword.

There is no choice and no time to choose, a simple sword stab, either lose everything, or have everything!

The sword called Storm Sawtooth, snatched from under the dragon's body, glowed in the man's hand that stopped his heart and breathing.

Then the picture began to blur and condense, like an oil painting stopped.

Memory is like a river, in its brief stagnation, this image is extracted and so clear.

***

Qin Tian suddenly arched up from the ground and let out a long breath from his throat, like the first breath of air that a person who was about to drown struggling out of the water to breathe.

The body fell to the ground again, and he opened his eyes.

It was pitch black in front of him, and he felt dazed for a while. His hands clenched involuntarily, and he felt a cold, wet object between his fingers. There was a cold liquid falling on his face and body from above, which made him sit up in shock.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt twisted like a snake swept overhead, turning the four corners pale in the midst of a violent thunderclap.

With this brief light, Qin Tian was surprised to find that he was lying on a meadow in the jungle. What's even more frightening is that he seems to be naked.

After the lightning, the surroundings returned to a thicker darkness, except for the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves.

Qin Tian stood up suddenly, groping around on himself as if he was crazy, there was nothing left! He could only touch his cold skin drenched by the rain.

"Nope! No! "It was terrible that his mind was occupied by fear and frenzy for a moment, and he could not think more rationally.

All your equipment and wings are gone! This is nothing less than death for him.

Qin Tian's eyes widened and he looked around, although it was still dark around him, the occasional lightning bolt or two in the distance was enough for him to recognize the environment he was in again.

It was indeed in the middle of a jungle, and he didn't have time to think about why he came to this inexplicable place in such a way.