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The arrangement by Sang Qingxiao left Qi Xiaomian with little time; the entire tunnel was flooded with water, which had turned to ice, except for the raised head of the Cursed Dragon, still uncovered by frost.
However, the cold was making the Cursed Dragon uneasy. At this moment, he had not yet developed a sense of crisis, but he was beginning to notice something was off. He still believed it was merely a petty trick by insignificant ants, perhaps a scheme from the human royal family, who had grown dull over the years and were trying to deal with him.
The thought that ice could restrain his fire element was utterly laughable! The Cursed Dragon scoffed; let them be. Once he broke free, he would devour them all.
As the ice layer thickened, the Cursed Dragon detested its constraints. He twisted his massive body, nearly shaking Qi Xiaomian off. Not daring to linger any longer, Qi Xiaomian struck fiercely, tearing away a large chunk of flesh while also taking with him the more precious and rare Dragon Scale.
In the end, he cast one last reluctant glance at the enormous dragon body before departing.
The cold air dulled the Cursed Dragon's perception of pain, giving Qi Xiaomian a brief window to escape. However, this reprieve would not last long; almost as soon as Qi Xiaomian activated the barrier formation, the Cursed Dragon let out a furious roar.
The sound reverberated through the formation, causing Qi Xiaomian to tumble down. Fortunately, the formation held firm and caught him. Using the rebound force from the formation, Qi Xiaomian soared into the air just in time to slip through an opening before the Cursed Dragon roared again.
Sang Qingxiao and his companions, who had already escaped through that opening, were also affected. Just from the roar alone, they felt a crushing pain in their chests and struggled to suppress the metallic taste rising in their throats as they moved further away.
The nearby snacks around Dubu Mountain were not so fortunate; in an instant, they were reduced to blood mist, with only those farther from the mountain managing to survive.
Among them was the Great Ginger Emperor, who had finally regained his senses and was now fleeing without regard for his image.
Inside Dubu Mountain, the Cursed Dragon continued to roar incessantly. The most insignificant ants had dared to dig into his flesh right under his nose and had easily escaped. This was an immense humiliation for a dragon; it was more disgraceful than when he battled against the divine beings!
Those were divine beings!
And at this moment!
Ants!
Mere ants!
Daring to injure him!
How could he endure this?
He leaped up, determined to break through the barrier. On his first attempt, he failed to rise at all. Ignoring him, the ice layer had frozen too solidly, and his body was twisted awkwardly, making it even more difficult to break free.
What he didn't know was that within the solid ice layer, there was more than just water. Various potions for dispelling, deflating, softening, and paralysis were brewed in large barrels.
As the water froze into ice, the thin membrane of the potion mixed in, guided by Sang Qingxiao's Mystical Power, forming Ice Spikes that quietly approached the Cursed Dragon. They penetrated its wounds and the gaps between its scales. Under the Cursed Dragon's fire attribute constitution, the Ice Spikes melted into water, allowing the medicinal properties to enter its body.
The sound of the Cursed Dragon's collisions noticeably weakened; it failed to break through multiple times. Therefore, the painstakingly concocted potion must have had some effect.
The massive consumption of Mystical Power caused Sang Qingxiao's complexion to pale, but she did not stop her efforts. After several failed attempts at crashing through, the Cursed Dragon suddenly felt a difficulty in breathing. It gasped for air, gradually struggling to breathe until its eyes began to bulge and its tongue hung out. Soon, it could no longer draw breath.
After sealing away the potion in ice, Sang Qingxiao's next move was to siphon all the air from within Dubu Mountain.
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