When he rushed in, Mu Heng was slightly startled when he saw the scene in front of him.
There was no snow in the entire cave, the temperature was terrifyingly high, and there were flames burning everywhere, exerting a terrible pressure and heatwave in the air.
"Dragon, it's a dragon!" the mercenary screamed.
He stared in horror at the firelight floating in front of him, his eyes slack, "This, this is the dragon's cave!"
Everyone subconsciously took a breath and instinctively took a step back.
Although they didn’t know what was going on, the fear that came from the depths of the soul wasn’t fake. The trembling feeling bone deep came from the instincts of their far ancestors.
They subconsciously knew that if they went close to that terrifying flame, their souls would be torn from their bodies and devoured.
——Except Mu Heng.
He stared at the scene in front of him, and his deep blue eyes reflected the burning flame like a ghost fire quietly lit in the depths of an abyss ruins.
A strong trembling and excitement rose from the depths of his soul.
The dragon was here.
Mu Heng stretched his fingers and slowly clenched the long sword in his hand again.
He turned his head to look at Wen Yao behind him, and there was something chilling in his low voice.
"Just wait here."
Wen Yao shivered when she caught the gaze of the other party.
Mu Heng's eyes were very scary.
She could clearly feel that the other party made them stay there, not because he knew they were incapable of facing existences like giant dragons and worried about their safety, but more like…
He was warning them.
Warning to others not to interfere, not to touch his prey.
Otherwise, he would go ahead of the dragons and kill them himself, without hesitation.
That kind of terrifying frenzy surged in the man's icy lake-deep eyes, which was downright creepy.
Mu Heng gripped the sword in his hand and walked towards the passage.
In the darkness, he glimpsed the crouching figure of the giant dragon.
——That beautiful, huge creature was less than 100 meters away from him.
However, suddenly, a touch of surprise flashed across Mu Heng's eyes.
He saw a familiar figure standing beside the dragon.
The boy's figure was so slender, he looked as if he would be swallowed up by the giant in front of him in the next second. His profile was pale, and it was as clean as the first snow in the morning light.
He stood there, looking up.
Those dark eyes were calm and solemn, with a deep shimmer, as if a galaxy were flowing under them.
Mu Heng was only distracted briefly, and the sound of a boulder falling came from overhead. The melted rock wall collapsed, and the narrow passage was completely filled in a blink of an eye.
The strength of the rock inside the cave was comparable to rock in the outside world. Ten thousand years of abyssal poisonous gas seeping into the natural cracks in the rock left by erosion also gave it an extraordinary degree of hardness, which could last for quite a few seconds even under dragon flame released by a dragon with all its strength.
Even if Mu Heng came back to his senses, his path was blocked.
At this moment, his eyes wandered, and he noticed something on the ground – it was a pale red gemstone, emitting a smooth shimmer in the darkness.
That was the stone he had given Shi An earlier.
Mu Heng subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
The last look of the other party flashed in his mind.
A strange sense instantly emerged.
It was like… destiny.
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Shi An was taken aback by the collapse of the rock, and the huge sound of the impact finally let him recover from the extreme shock just now.
He really didn't expect to see his former body.
Neither did he expect that Mu Heng would appear at this juncture.
He turned his head to look at the abyss dragon sleeping in front of him, frowning slightly.
This… what was going on here?
Shi An could be very sure that it was not his soul that left his body.
Although he was now trapped in the form of a human, the essence of his body was still a dragon— at most, he was limited by his form and became more human-like.
Then… why could he see his own body?
Shi An couldn't help but to raise his hand to touch the head of the giant dragon in front of him.
The scales felt cold and hard, exactly the same as his original scales.
It was all absolutely accurate.
Shi An leaned on the head subconsciously.
The giant dragon in front of him moved.
Eh? ?
Shi An was stunned.
He didn't use any strength just now, so how could he push his original body?
It was at least thousands of tons!
Shi An grabbed one of the dragon's claws, and with no struggle, he lifted it above his head—this was too light!
He seemed to suddenly realize something.
Shi An hesitated for a moment, then slowly curled his fist and rapped on the dragon in front of him with his knuckles.
A hollow sound hit his ears.
A memory that had been slumbering for thousands of years was awakened, and Shi An remembered the three molting periods he had experienced and finally understood what the dragon shape he was looking at was.
This was his shed skin.
But…didn’t dragons only have three molts?
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