Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

Because they were worried that the Eye Demon had other schemes.

Therefore, Shuoyang directly let the young ground thorn insects take advantage of the pheromone residue between them.

They followed the tunnel dug by the Earth Spikeworm Lord.

So they chased him for most of the day in the interconnected underground network.

Late at night, the young man, a ground worm, suddenly stopped at a bend in a tunnel and hissed a few times.

"It says we're almost there."

Melanthers translated for Shuoyang, "Their lord's scent is getting stronger and stronger."

"It should be not far ahead."

Shuoyang opened its mouth and extended the long tongue of the bronze dragon descendant, sensing the humidity and direction of air flow.

After confirming the direction, he turned and winked at Yang Yan.

Upon seeing this, Yang Yan immediately grinned, and after Melanthers understood and moved aside,

It suddenly charged forward, its Dragon Fury Greatsword slashing down.

With a single strike, the unsuspecting young ground thorn beetle was cleaved in two from head to tail.

The young man's face still bore the look of horror.

Before it could even react, its body fell to either side, its corrosive acidic blood and internal organs spilling onto the ground.

Then Yangyan blew on the fire, and with the help of the firewood worms, it ignited.

The bodies of the ground thorn beetles were burned completely.

Shuoyang looked at the young earthworm that had turned to ashes, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

These big insects taste pretty good.

If it weren't for its extremely cruel nature and incredible digging ability, he would have liked to raise a batch of them as snacks.

Melanthus, the copper dragon who was an expert at eating poisonous creatures, shared the same idea.

The two dragons mourned for the lost delicacy for a moment.

Then, Shuoyang asked Yangyan with some curiosity, "When did you start practicing swordsmanship?"

"Who taught you that?"

"Roar~!?"

Upon hearing this, Yangyan scratched the back of its head.

He looked bewildered, clearly not knowing or even understanding what Shuoyang was asking.

Seeing this, Shuoyang did not ask any further questions.

He glanced at the Dragon Fury Greatsword, which was carried on Yang Yan's shoulder and gleamed with leaping lightning.

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

Then they used Poké Balls to put away Vulcan and Firebug, whose firelight was too conspicuous, and released Ballooncat and Deviljho to act as guards.

The Demon Wolf is a giant, jet-black wolf with a white face and white claws, which is well-suited to the dark environment of the burrow.

Under their protection, Shuoyang and Melanthers carefully made their way through the tunnel.

Before long, a cold wind suddenly rushed in.

Suddenly, a bright and open view appeared before them, and beneath their feet lay a sheer cliff.

It was another underground cavity, but it was much larger than the one the earthworms used to build their nests, and even larger than Shuoyang's nest.

It's like an underground city.

Even with Shuoyang's current size, he can still fly freely within this void.

Looking down, Shuoyang and Melanthers saw a shimmering underground lake below the cliff at the tunnel entrance.

This lake almost occupies the entire bottom of the underground cavity.

In the center of the lake is an artificial island, which is the upper part of a dilapidated giant pyramid.

The spire is dilapidated, with several gaps leading into the pyramid.

"Whose tomb is this?"

Melanthers glanced at the pyramid's design.

She turned to look at Shuoyang, "Did you know that there's such a large ancient ruin beneath your lair?"

"I don't know," Shuoyang shook his head.

His face was not good, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I wanted to know there was such a thing down there."

"We already had someone use earthquake magic to bury this thing."

"Filled it out!?"

Melanthers looked surprised and reminded her, "This is an ancient relic."

"Who knows, there might be a huge amount of treasure and magical items, or even those legendary artifacts!"

"Why did you even think of filling it out?"

Hearing this typical adventurer's mindset, Shuoyang glanced at Melanthers.

He replied, "Because it's too much trouble. Who knows which old geezer is buried down there?"

"What if we provoke someone we can't afford to offend? Wouldn't that be suicide?"

Having said that, he said to Melanthers, "Let's go back!"

"They're probably exploring the site; it'll likely take some time. Let's go back and get some help!"

"I have a warlock friend, and we escorted her here."

"Just have her cast an earthquake spell and bury them and this place."

The person Shuoyang was referring to was naturally Lena, a high-level sorcerer who was close to being a legend.

Rena didn't find it difficult to unleash an eighth-ring earthquake spell.

In any case, Shuoyang himself really didn't want to go into such a dangerous ruin. After all, there were other options available, and he wasn't willing to take the risk.

Melanthers, however, was somewhat resentful of his cautious choice.

The genes for adventure and recklessness are almost etched into the very bones of every bronze dragon.

These dragons, often seeking amusement, will disregard the absolute difference in size and strength and actively provoke and toy with red dragons whose territories overlap with theirs.

Now, thrilling and exciting ancient ruins are right before your eyes.

Melanthus, being a bronze dragon, was naturally eager to take advantage of this.

She racked her brains, and after a moment of thought...

He called out to Shuoyang, who was turning to leave, "Wait, you're raising a tiger to cause trouble."

She pointed to the tomb and reminded him, "Don't forget, they have a Spikeweed Lord."

"Even if you collapse the cave and bury this tomb."

"As long as they aren't crushed to death by the earth and rocks immediately, they can use the Earth Spike Worm Lord to dig a tunnel and escape with their spoils."

"At that time, they will be in the dark, and we will be in the light."

"We also need to go north to the Great Glacier to provide support, in case they take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Lady Adela and the remaining elves in their lair."

"Are you sure your lair can still be defended?"

"..." Shuoyang paused.

He glanced back at Melanthers, speechless.

While Melanthers's scenario isn't entirely impossible, risking it for such a small possibility would be extremely unwise.

So after much deliberation, he offered a compromise.

"Let's go take care of that thorn beetle!"

"That cuts off their escape route, and we don't need to explore that ruin yet."

"How is it?"

Having said that, Shuoyang put away the spirit and jumped out of the cave.

He revealed his true form in mid-air.

He said to Melanthers, "Let's go!"

"Unleash your Stonewalking spell and see if you can launch a surprise attack and take down that bug."

"All right!"

Melanthers had no choice but to jump out of the cave and transform back into his dragon form.

Then he cast the Stonewalking Technique on himself and Shuoyang.

They flew to the island together, passed directly through the stone walls of the tomb, and sneaked into the tomb.

With the dragon's extraordinary senses, they quickly located the location of the Earth Spike Lord.

But this large ground thorn beetle was forced to engage in a humiliating activity that shattered the worldviews of Shuoyang and Melanthers.

"How many times have I told you? Don't look like you're enjoying yourself so much!"

"It must contain utter despair within grief and indignation. Do you even understand despair?"

A spherical monster with a giant mouth, a giant eye, and ten tentacles with small eyes at the ends.

He used the three eye stalks on the left side of his giant eye to cast a memory spell while waving the remaining seven eye stalks.

His mouth was wide open, and spittle flew everywhere.

He reprimanded the female protagonist of his spellcasting image—a spider-like drow with the upper body of a dark-skinned female elf and the lower body of an eight-legged giant spider.

Beneath this spider-like drow, whose face was beaming with pleasure and whose body was undulating.

The Lord Spikeworm, however, was withered and looked utterly hopeless.