Black Skull Island, where the forest has grown for an unknown number of years, is now experiencing what may be the most significant loss in history.

One after another, the lush trees collapsed one after another, whether it was an ancient tree that had grown for many years and had been deeply rooted, or a demon tree that had been infected by miasma and had been transformed into a demon creature, there was no difference in the face of the overwhelming power of the zombie wyvern.

The only difference is probably that it is broken by the waist or uprooted.

But the zombie wyvern who had created such a record was not at all pleasant, on the contrary, it was furious, so angry that it almost exploded.

That damn little thing with disgusting energy, always jumping in front of him, and attacking himself with that energy from time to time - even though it wasn't too strong to hurt the great dragon, this kind of provocation was unbearable for pride.

Moreover, in the process of chasing and killing that little thing, all kinds of things did not go well. Trees, vines, and trunks that pop into each other from time to time...... All of them made it more and more annoyed.

As time passed, the Zombie Wyvern's anger had reached a point where it was uncontrollable. It yells at almost every step it takes, moves more and more widely, and even waves its tail constantly, knocking down trees that are far away from it.

Pan Long saw all this in his eyes and was happy in his heart.

He wasn't afraid of a giant beast that was so furious that he lost his mind, on the contrary, he was afraid of a giant beast that could keep his cool no matter how much he was provoked.

If there really is such an enemy, he will run as far as he can, and he will never appear in front of the other party.

Fortunately, this is not the case.

As he ran, he looked back from time to time. You can clearly see that between the waist and ribs of the zombie wyvern, the purple miasma is constantly overflowing, as if it is bleeding.

It was a wound left by the sharp stakes that were struck again and again, and finally the scales shattered and pierced the flesh.

Moreover, there is much more than one such wound.

Looking at the miasma diffusing in the air, Pan Long couldn't help but smile.

Miasma is indeed like blood to monsters.

The zombie wyvern is very strong, but no matter how strong the monster is, it can't withstand the constant loss of miasma.

If it hides in an environment with a thick miasma in the center of the island, it can still recover from its injuries by absorbing the miasma. But Pan Long had been walking around the island near the edge, not to mention that it could not be replenished, and even when it roared, it would constantly lose its miasma.

It's a pity that the time during the day is limited after all, otherwise, maybe just walking like this, the giant beast itself will fall because it has lost too much miasma.

After running two more laps with it, seeing that there was not much trap left and it was not too early, Pan Long finally made up his mind.

It's time to let the winner go!

In the midst of a particularly dense wood, he stopped and assumed a posture of battle.

Although the zombie wyvern has a bad brain, he can also feel the change in Pan Long's momentum. It roared excitedly, and once again picked up its speed and rushed at it fiercely.

This time, Pan Long did not run away.

He stared motionlessly at the approaching beast, and then, activating a mechanism.

More than a dozen thick and long wooden stakes popped out from all sides, stabbing the zombie wyvern.

The stakes were a complete departure from the shoddy ones that had come before, with extremely sharp trimmed tips. At the moment of hit, all the power is concentrated on a point that is no larger than the tip of the needle, like an armor-piercing cone, which produces a strong "penetrating" effect.

Some of them still failed to do anything, stabbing the zombie wyvern and bouncing off, but many of them managed to pierce its flesh and even deep into its body.

Just in an instant, there were several long "nails" on the zombie dragon's body.

Although it does not feel pain, the body is penetrated and severely disrupts its balance. The charging beast stumbled and fell directly to the ground, stumbling and turning several times, knocking down many trees, plowing a deep furrow in the ground, and finally stopping.

In the process, its wounds were inevitably enlarged a lot. A thick miasma spilled out of its wounds, like a fountain.

Pan Long smiled and activated the second mechanism.

Many vines with live buckles flew from all sides, entangled the zombie wyvern.

If it's in good condition, the vines may not be able to bind it for a few seconds. But now that it has consumed too much strength and is so badly injured, I believe that it is impossible for it to break free, at least for a short time.

There is so much time, enough time!

Gaining the upper hand with two traps, Pan Long leaped to his feet, jumped onto the back of the zombie wyvern, and swung his axe at its neck.

One, two, three.

The zombie wyvern's huge tail swung violently and smashed towards his body, trying to smash him to pieces, but he easily dodged him.

In terms of speed and agility, this beast is far worse than him!

Two twitches of the tail didn't help, and the zombie wyvern roared angrily, spewing purple flames towards the ground. The flames swept in all directions, and everywhere they went, trees, stones, and low-level monsters were all ignited by the flames, and then quickly withered, turning to ashes in a moment.

This is its most powerful method, Death Dragon's Breath.

But it's too late to use this now.

The Death Dragon's breath was only halfway through when its head hung down—Pan Long had already cut off its neck with an axe.

The purple flames spread through the woods, and it took a long time for them to die out. In the center of the flames, the smoky Pan Dragon's head was holding the ball of light of the illumination technique, looking tired, but smiling happily.

In order to resist the death dragon's breath, he ate almost twenty herbs and seven or eight antidote herbs in one go, so as to avoid the end of the same fate.

Now, the zombie wyvern has turned into a real corpse, and the purple miasma is rising, purified by illumination, and the sound of stabbing and stabbing is like a red-hot iron meeting water, one after another.

After a long time, Pan Long had already performed three illumination techniques before and after, and the miasma was finally purified.

Packing up the loot left by the zombie wyvern, Pan Long dragged his tired body and walked towards the lookout.

After the big battle, he needed a good rest.

After this battle, all the powerful monsters on the entire Black Skull Island have been wiped out, and his cultivation plan has been completed.

...... It's a pity that I only saved less than 5,000 comprehension points, and it's enough to learn A-level skills, but if you want to learn S-level skills, it's still far away.

Looking at the five major attribute elements, after more than two months, none of them have been upgraded.

Judging from the accumulated growth bars, the highest growth is spirituality, which has grown from D-level to C-level. The second is strength and agility, both of which have grown to more than half of the B level, and if you can cultivate like this for another two months, it is estimated that you will be able to grow to the A level.

As for endurance and mental ...... It is too difficult and difficult for the endurance that has reached the A level to grow again. Spiritually, he had neither used healing spells, nor had he prayed even once, so naturally he didn't even grow a little bit.

By the time the exhausted Pan Long returned to the lookout, it was already completely dark.

He had eaten a little, regained a little mental and physical strength, and was about to lie down to rest, when he suddenly heard a scream in the distance.

"Someone's coming?!"

Pan Long suddenly realized that the "mastermind behind the destruction of the seal" that he had been guarding against had appeared!

He immediately rushed out of the lookout and ran wildly in the direction from which the sound came.

At night, the road through the forest is even more rugged and bumpy. Pan Long almost tripped over vines and weeds twice in a row, and in the end, although he was in a hurry, he could only slow down slightly.

Fortunately, Black Skull Island is not big.

And the screams continued, mixed with cursing.

After about twenty minutes, he finally arrived at the place where the voice had come from.

A trap he had set earlier was triggered, and a thick wooden stake nailed a man in black robes to a nearby tree, looking extremely miserable.

But the strange thing is that the man is not dead, and even has the strength to curse.

What's even more weird is that instead of blood, purple miasma is flowing from his wound!

"Monsters?!" Pan Long was startled and exclaimed.

But he reacted immediately, first threw out an illumination technique, landed in front of that guy, and then without saying a word of nonsense, he directly pulled out the divine long knife and rushed forward.

Whatever the origin of this guy is, it's a monster, and you can't be wrong about that.

Pan Long doesn't have any thoughts of "there are good people in monsters, and you have to distinguish between good and bad before you do it", he doesn't mind letting go of monsters with good performance, but for those monsters who don't show a good side, he has only one choice.

No mercy!

Who has the patience to check you slowly for good or bad!

Killed the wrong one?

So what? Count it unlucky.

Anyway, the vast majority of monsters are indeed evil, and occasionally there are one or two unjust, false and wrongful convictions, which should be implicated.

He is a ranger, not the Holy Mother of Mercy, adhering to the principle of "punishing evil and promoting good", and never adds a senseless burden to himself.

As long as the overall result is good, he doesn't care if there are a few minor flaws in the process.

What about the sun and sunspots......

As for the guy in front of him, he was at least seventy or eighty percent sure that the other party was here to break the seal and help the demon king recover.

So what else is there to say?

Forget it!

The man watched him rush over, let out a desperate roar, and shouted, "You lowly worm—"

Before the words fell, Pan Long had already cut off his head with a knife.

A purple aura thicker than the Zombie Wyvern rose out, extinguishing the illumination technique in an instant.

Pan Long hurriedly retreated, and at the same time cast another spell, and was extinguished again.

With the help of the third illumination, he finally retreated to a relatively safe distance.

Just as he wondered what was going on, the "mail" on the character panel lit up again.

He clicked on the email and was stunned when he saw it.

[Headmaster: Pan Long, what exactly did you kill just now? Why did I see that your grades soared all of a sudden, exceeding the previous sum by several times?]