The moment the black fog shattered, people finally shook off the invisible hand in their throats, and they all let out exclamations and screams, most of the audience didn't know the identity of the superpower who fought against the demon dragon alone, but anyone with normal comprehension could see that the superpower was a warrior who fought to the death against monsters on behalf of the human camp, and a hero who put himself in danger to save his compatriots in Nandu.

The feeling of the hero's death in front of his eyes is very different from the tragic and heroic feelings shown in film and television works, which is a reality-specific, unartistically processed, naked and naked blood and cruelty, not many people can accept this ending, and the same is true for the previously calm officers and awakened people.

After the tail of the demon dragon hit Yang Xiaoqian, in just three seconds, more than thirty helicopters, including eight Jingwei, under the command of Fang Yu, ignored the orders of the military and collectively climbed upward, Fang Yu put on his armor and personally participated in the battle, and the strong murderous aura emanated from the Jingwei that the Dawn Squad and the Ruling Team were riding, floating in the distorted air.

Witnessing Yang Xiaoqian's death, the Far Salvation Association fell into complete madness, and they had only one thought, rush forward and take revenge!

In fact, the pilots of the helicopter knew that it was impossible to catch up with the dragon at the climbing speed of the gunship, and the dragon only needed to climb up above the stratosphere to easily get rid of the fly-like helicopter. And the crew in the cabin of the Jingwei also knew very well that in their current state, fighting with the demon dragon in the air was no different from sending them to death.

But no one hesitated, and no one could remain calm and rational and make a "wise" choice. There was only one thought in their minds: even if they died, they would bite a piece of flesh from the demon dragon!

Yu Qian turned into a sword light and fell like a meteor towards the direction where the demon dragon was, but stopped in the sky five hundred meters away from the demon dragon.

The tears of bitter hatred and remorse only existed for an extremely brief moment on Qian's face, and they flashed away. After stagnating in the sky, a stream of metal immediately rushed to Yu Qian's forehead, and quickly flowed down, forming a metal mask, blocking Yu Qian's expression and eyes.

When he saw Yang Xiaoqian being crushed by the demon dragon, Yu Qian's heart seemed to be shattered together, and the tear glands secreted tears uncontrollably, but before the tears flowed out of his eyes, Yu Qian realized that something was wrong.

If Yang Xiaoqian died, the black mist he summoned should dissipate immediately. Moreover, Yang Xiaoqian's body seemed to have fused with the black mist, and when it was crushed by the tail of the demon dragon, not to mention the internal organs, not even a drop of blood was seen.

I was almost deceived into losing my precious tears! Yu Qian squeezed his fists crackling, used a metal mask to block his stiff and strange expression, and clasped his hands and shoulders to enjoy Yang Xiaoqian's performance.

The shattered black mist moved closer to the center, forming a high chair, and the part of the black mist wrapped around the side of the demon dragon's body was like metal powder sucked by a magnet, and under the action of a mysterious force, it headed towards the position of the high-backed chair. As more and more black fog is absorbed, the texture of the high-backed chair changes from virtual to real.

When the ornate relief appeared on the body of the chair, the formidable shadow on the chair seemed to become a living thing, and more black mist condensed, gradually forming various parts of this shadow, first two leather shoes that did not stick to the dust, and once up, it seemed that their owner was sitting on a high chair with his legs crossed.

Then, like a clever painter, the black mist extends up the shoe, forming two slender and straight legs, the right leg stacked above the left leg, and the trousers without a trace of wrinkles.

On the knee of the right leg, a black mist spiraled up like a tornado, forming another arm, the elbow against the knee, the forearm perpendicular to the leg, and the fist lightly.

The demon dragon widened its already frighteningly large vertical pupils, staring at the incomprehensible scene in front of it.

The invisible painter sped up the speed at which the dye was applied, and patches of black mist poured in, compressing as it flew and forming the shadowed shoulders, backs, and skulls of the seats......

The limbs and body gradually took shape, and the shadow had a humanoid body, but under the flowing black hair was a pitch-black face with no facial features, which was very terrifying.

Finally, the facial features slowly appeared, the two eyebrows were flat, there were no ripples between the eyebrows, and a pair of cold eyes under the eyebrows were hidden under the single eyelids, which were particularly deep, and the mediocre nose bridge contrasted sharply with the sword-like lips out of the sheath.

The finishing touch falls, and the shadow comes back to life.

Yang Xiaoqian's upper body leaned forward slightly, his chin was against his fist, his elbows were against his knees, condescending, and he looked at the magic dragon close at hand below with great interest, as if he was looking at a novel toy.

The demon dragon was once again enraged by the casual and casual posture of the little worm, and turned his body sensitively, rolled up a gust of wind, and stretched out his front paws to attack Yang Xiaoqian.

The giant claw grabbed Yang Xiaoqian, Yang Xiaoqian did not dodge or dodge, his body and seat turned into black mist together, and the quicksand passed through the fingers of the demon dragon, and then condensed into the original shape again on the top of the demon dragon.

Yu Qian sighed, unable to hide the envy in his heart. As the speaker of the Council of the Awakened, he should be the most powerful existence among the Awakened, but not only was he crushed by the two whips in terms of wisdom and strategy, but even his awakening ability was always one step slower, which was very uncomfortable.

The demon dragon was even more uncomfortable, because Yang Xiaoqian's strength directly acted on it, and at this moment when it was entangled with Yang Xiaoqian, the black ghost accelerated with all its strength, rushed into the hollow abdominal cavity of the demon dragon, and slashed the indestructible black blade in his hand!

As the Black Ghost sped up, the dragon sensed the invisible enemy, but the dragon didn't dodge, and in its opinion, the little insect that changed around its head was the most difficult enemy to get rid of, and it had to be eliminated first.

In order to attack Yang Xiaoqian, the demon dragon gave up his mobility advantage, and at the same time gave up the chance to win.

The quality of the black ghost is nothing compared to that of the demon dragon, but the destructive power is never simply proportional to the size of the dragon, and every time the black ghost pulls out the blade from his spine, a large piece of flesh and blood is peeled from the demon dragon's body.

And this was not the only threat that the demon dragon faced, the pervasive black mist once again clinged to it and began to penetrate into its body; The glorious Zhenyuan Sword of Kyushu faced its vertical pupils with a blade, and the needle-tip stared at the wheat-like gaze that made the demon dragon feel threatened; The missile units are located at bases where surface-to-air missiles are ready to fire.

The demon dragon finally realized that death was so close to him.

"Roar—"

There was another loud dragon roar, but this time the roar of the demon dragon was short and hasty, and it was no longer majestic.

After a brief roar, the dragon turned its head and flapped its wings, heading towards the sea in the direction of the distant river.

It fled.