Chapter 419: Chapter 419

419: Chapter 406: Breaking the Scales 419: Chapter 406: Breaking the Scales The rain had ceased, leaving only the lingering dampness floating in the air.

Hong Zhuang removed the cloth from her eyes and stared blankly at the boy, whose life or death was unknown, and whose return was uncertain, her heart trembling.

Her hand, gripping the knife, tightened then tightened again as she muttered, “How dare he…”

Si Li’s eyes remained covered, her mouth curling into a smile, suggesting she was in a good mood, “Without fear in his heart, naturally he fears nothing.”

The Futu Water Prison in the sky began to collapse one by one, turning into torrential rain, and the boy with the Pici Bird had already become a bloody landscape painting.

The bone-chilling rain, tainted with formidable dragon power, pattered down, washing over Baili An’s body.

Each drop pounded on him like a heavy hammer, making a thudding, hollow sound.

The rain cleaned the fresh blood from his body, revealing his pale face and skin, but soon, new blood blossomed from his pores, soaking him through as if he were a bloodied man.

The Pici Bird faltered in mid-air.

Even Hong Zhuang, the cold-hearted assassin from the Demon Clan, couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned her gaze away as she said in a low voice, “I think he is very foolish.

It’s a futile effort.”

Si Li did not disagree, “Is it like your foolish attempt to revive the Demon Lord?”

Hong Zhuang’s face turned red with embarrassment, then she quickly said, “Even if he successfully lures the giant snake here, he won’t be able to rescue the girl.

The snake is a dragon, and just the dragon scale on its belly is a barrier he cannot break.”

Si Li did not disagree with this either, her tone distant and cold, “Only by truly recognizing the existence of that barrier can he understand his own strength.

It’s commendable to have courage, but being swayed by human emotions is indeed very foolish.”

Seeing Si Li so indifferent, Hong Zhuang was puzzled, “He is your kinsman, a prince of the Royal Family, why are you not at all worried about him?”

“Why should I worry?” Si Li sneered calmly, “I have already given him everything he needs.

Although too young and tender to wield the true power of that thing, it’s enough to protect him from being buried at sea.”

Hong Zhuang became increasingly confused.

At that moment, a loud boom came from the sea, a sudden chill filled the air, and the Futu Water Prison abruptly froze into ice.

The exposed rocky reefs on the sea surface were swept by the chill and covered with a thick layer of snow and frost, freezing into dust before collapsing into the ocean.

The sea within tens of miles sank into a horrific semicircular depression, hundreds of feet deep.

Numerous creatures perished within.

The Pici Bird’s feathers withered, and its massive body fell into the ocean.

Baili An’s body, like those dark reefs, gained a thick layer of frost, turning him snowman-like.

A circle of fire rippled beneath his feet.

His clothes fluttered, shaking off the snow, and terrifying frostbite in hues of blue and red instantly appeared on his pale skin.

“Rocks in the sea withstand a thousand years of wind and frost, yet crumble at the breath of a dragon.

The Corpse Demon’s physical Talent is indeed unparalleled, able to keep the body intact under such terrifying icy Dragon Breath,” remarked Hong Zhuang upon witnessing this scene.

Si Li did not respond, her brows slightly furrowed, and she placed her hand over her heart, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She slowly raised her head, her deep plume-colored eyes shining as if two stars had been suddenly ignited without warning.

Si Li, with her hand still over her heart, tightened her grip slightly as she looked towards the boy stepping closer to the giant snake on waves of fire.

The faint throb beneath her cold chest was so slight it seemed like an illusion.

This illusion led Si Li to consider a possibility, but she found it hard to believe.

Her fingers gradually relaxed, her palm softly covering her chest as though trying to rub away that flicker of illusion – her gaze regaining its deep calm.

She curved her lips in a self-deprecating smile, “What a ridiculous joke.”

The Futu Water Prison completely collapsed just before the high-arching back of the giant snake plunged back into the sea.

Before that moment, Baili An had already leapt onto it, tightly grasping a dragon scale on its belly, which, in its fury, had already stuck out.

The scale, as sharp as a Divine Weapon, tore through the flesh of his palm.

The erected scale slowly flattened back, and the immense crushing force nearly shattered Baili An’s four fingers.

His palm grew stiff and cold; Baili An felt as if his hand no longer belonged to him, but still, he held firmly onto the giant snake.

“Madman,” Hong Zhuang exclaimed, her face showing shock as she watched the giant snake’s body suddenly shoot straight down, crashing down onto the sea surface with Baili An beneath it, as if a divine whip from the heavens had struck with the weight of thousands.

The waves lifted by the dragon’s body rose thousands of feet high, and the island where Hong Zhuang stood shattered under this mighty force, collapsing into ruins.

She flashed to the side, lifting Si Li into the sky and summoned a Magic Artifact to stand upon.

And in the midst of the sea, the waves surged, with a roar as great as a volcanic eruption.

Hong Zhuang’s face was ashen, her worried gaze scanning the sea swiftly.

She didn’t think anyone could survive under such conditions, even with the strongest physical Talent of the Corpse Demon Clan among the Six Realms, how could they overpower the ancient Dragon Clan, erased from existence between heaven and earth?

She didn’t care about the life or death of the Corpse Demon boy.

But on him was their Demon Lord.

Had she known the boy would be so reckless, she would never have allowed the Demon Lord’s temperament to hand her over.

Anxious, Hong Zhuang was about to dive into the sea to rescue him when she suddenly heard a low, suppressed groan next to her.

She was taken aback, before looking at the Corpse Demon of the Royal Family, her palm embraced her, burning with a terrifying heat, as if red-hot charcoal was about to pierce through it.

Hong Zhuang’s face revealed a look of horror.

Corpse demons, being perennially cold beings of the Death Spirit, needed no breath, even less a body temperature, so how could her body now be scorching beyond that of a normal person?

Si Li pressed her palm forcefully against her chest, panting non-stop, her facial expression in agony; however, her eyes burned brightly, not blinking as she watched the turbulent waves, afraid of missing a crucial moment.

With a roar—akin to the first dragon chant of the cosmos—the silent sea surface burst forth again with a huge dark shadow.

Amid the dragon chant, all other sounds seemed distant and inaudible as the sea water soared, the waves reaching nearly to the sky, the deluge churning, dark clouds recondensing, thunder rumbling again.

Hong Zhuang gasped as she saw the giant snake emerge from the water with five claws on its belly, its scales overflowing with a bright glow—missing only the figure of that boy.

But it wasn’t this that caused her to cry out so uncharacteristically; it was the silver spear sticking out from the belly of the giant snake!

Her mind went blank for a long while.

Where did that spear come from?