Zhào Fēnglei's lightning-enhanced sword struck the crystalline dragon's scales and shattered.
The blade—forged from D-rank dungeon materials and reinforced with Qi formations—exploded into fragments that embedded themselves in his arms and chest. The hunter stumbled backward, blood streaming from dozens of new wounds, his Qi reserves dropping to twenty percent.
The dragon hadn't even moved to defend itself. Its scales were simply that hard.
"Okay," Zhào Fēnglei gasped, pulling the larger shards from his flesh. "New plan. Definitely need a new plan."
The crystalline dragon tilted its head, regarding him with eyes that refracted light into geometric patterns. It could have killed him already—one breath weapon, one claw swipe, one bite from those impossible jaws. But it waited, almost curious about this insignificant creature that dared challenge it.
Zhào Fēnglei used those precious seconds to assess his situation with the cold clarity that comes from staring at imminent death.
