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Lin Feng swayed slightly and knelt on one knee.

His nose was bleeding profusely, and his collar was completely soaked.

His sea of ​​consciousness was like a pond that had been drained, and every inch of it was filled with excruciating pain.

He forcibly activated the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts, unleashing the output intensity of a seventh-grade rank with sixth-grade mental power, and then engaged in a battle of wills with a Martial Emperor-level alien beast.

This kind of exertion almost took half his life.

But he held on.

He won.

Before him, the colossal ancient dragon, as large as a mountain, fell silent.

The frantic struggle stopped.

Within its enormous, dark purple vertical pupils, the crimson vortex representing slaughter and destruction slowly ceased its rotation.

Instead, there was an almost docile calm.

It lowered its proud head.

The dragon's horns were so prominent that they almost touched the ground.

This is submission.

From the depths of their souls, they show absolute submission to their new master.

Followed by.

Under Lin Feng's watchful gaze, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

"Click! Click-click!"

A series of cracking sounds emanated from the body of the Nether Dragon.

Its enormous body, which was over 100 meters long, began to shrink slowly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The dark purple scales covering its entire body rearranged and shrank, with the gaps between them getting smaller and smaller.

100 meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters.

......

This is the instinctive reaction of a high-level beast to adjust its body shape to meet the needs of its master after the contract is signed.

Ultimately, the Nether Dragon was not large, resembling a domestic cat.

Compared to the oppressive feeling that once filled the sky, he was now a completely different person.

It lay quietly in front of Lin Feng, gently rubbing its head against the ground, its vertical pupils staring at him silently, as if waiting for its master's next command.

Lin Feng, supporting himself with the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear, shakily stood up.

He walked up to the Nether Dragon, raised his hand, which was stained with his own blood, and gently placed it on the Nether Dragon's head.

The wound at the base of the horn, blasted open by the "world-destroying blow," has stopped bleeding thanks to the feedback from the power of the contract, and new granulation tissue is healing at an astonishing speed.

The cool, scaly texture came from my palm.

A slight smile finally appeared on Lin Feng's lips.

【Ding! 】

[The Ancient Nether Dragon's attribute panel has been generated!]

[Name of the Mythical Beast: Ancient Nether Dragon]

[Level: Martial Emperor Stage 4]

[Status: Extremely weak (under contractual support), severely injured (core damaged), aftereffects of sealing (all attributes temporarily suppressed by 80%)]

[Current Overall Combat Strength Assessment: Martial Saint at Perfection]

Estimated full recovery time: 31 days

Lin Feng glanced at the panel.

One month.

In just over a month, he will be able to possess a Martial Emperor-level battle beast that is truly in its prime!

At that time, the entire landscape of the Dragon Kingdom will be changed as a result.

He withdrew his hand and patted the Nether Dragon's neck.

"Let's go, we should head out."

The Nether Dragon let out a deep dragon roar, stood up, and followed closely behind Lin Feng.

When Lin Feng walked out of that dark passage.

Outside the entrance to the secret realm, Elder Zhou stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, more than twenty members of the "Griffin" special forces had formed the most standard combat formation.

Everyone had adjusted their aura to its peak, the weapons in their hands gleamed with a chilling light, and their eyes were as sharp as eagles, fixed intently on the cave entrance.

Their orders were to wait here.

Waiting for Lin Feng's signal, or... waiting for that out-of-control Martial Emperor-level alien beast to rush out.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Even the wind on the wasteland seemed to have frozen.

Old Zhou's expression was extremely solemn.

He had prepared for the worst.

If Lin Feng fails, he will personally take action and spare no effort to reseal the Nether Dragon, or... kill it on the spot at all costs!

Just then.

A figure slowly emerged from the dark cave entrance.

It's Lin Feng.

His combat uniform was tattered, his face and body were covered in dried blood, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his steps were even a little unsteady.

It looks like they've been through a fierce battle.

Old Zhou's heart jumped into his throat.

"Did we fail...?"

The "Griffin" team members behind him gripped their weapons almost simultaneously, their muscles tensing instantly.

Old Zhou took a step forward, about to ask a question.

His movements froze.

In that instant, the pupils contracted to their maximum size.

He saw it.

Behind Lin Feng, a second figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was a head, its dark purple scales reflecting a cold, eerie light in the dim light of the cave entrance.

His vertical pupils calmly swept over everyone present.

A terrifying pressure, originating from the deepest part of one's bloodline and surpassing all living beings, swept across the entire entrance to the secret realm like an invisible tide.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Behind Old Zhou, more than half of the battle-hardened and iron-willed "Griffin" special forces soldiers suddenly buckled under the pressure and knelt down on one knee!

Their weapons clattered to the ground.

Every face was filled with utter horror and disbelief!

They felt their very souls trembling!

That is the most primitive instinctive fear of lower life forms when facing higher life forms!

Old Zhou's body was also trembling slightly.

His eyes, which had seen countless storms, were now wide open like copper bells.

He stared intently at the dark purple dragon that emerged intact from the cave entrance, then glanced at the pale-faced young man in front of it.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

His voice trembled slightly, without him even realizing it.

"you......"

"You...you really tamed it?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

He simply reached out and gently patted the neck of the Nether Dragon, which exuded the aura of a Martial Emperor.

The movements were casual.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Old Zhou, who had been completely petrified, and the group of elite soldiers kneeling on the ground.

His voice was soft, yet it shocked everyone present.

"after."

"This is the prestige of the Dragon Kingdom."

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