The entire internet witnessed it kneeling down

This scene is worthy of being recorded in human history.

In the dimly lit underground cave, beside the churning black corpse water.

A legendary 100-meter-long dragon, like an obedient big black dog, lay prostrate at the feet of a tiny human.

You can even hear the popping sound of the dragon's joints bending.

The sound was louder than firecrackers during the Lunar New Year, causing the stalactites overhead to crumble and splash into the water, creating murky ripples.

Holy crap!!!

"I knelt down! I really knelt down!"

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream! Because even the dragon was kneeling!"

"Jiang Shen is awesome! From now on, you are my god!"

"This isn't How to Train Your Dragon? This is the ancestor of dragon taming!"

"Screenshot! Quick, screenshot this! This is definitely a world-famous painting!"

Other viewers in front of the screen were more stunned by the contrast.

Some people's hands trembled, and the freshly soaked noodles landed directly on their crotches, causing them to scream in pain from the heat.

Some even sprayed a mouthful of cola onto the keyboard, not even bothering to wipe it off, their eyes practically glued to the screen.

Jiang Han did not read the comments.

He looked down at the enormous creature at his feet, his eyes showing no pity, only the charity of the strong towards the weak.

This is the rule of forbidden zones.

The law of the jungle prevails, and the winner takes all.

However, the air was filled with a strong musty smell, mixed with the stench of ambergris, which made people's brains ache. Every breath required all their strength, and the oppressive atmosphere made people want to scream.

If he hadn't had the Imperial Seal and the Reverse Scale in his hand, he would have turned into a pile of dragon dung by now, just like Xiao Heizi.

"Why didn't you just listen to me from the beginning?"

Jiang Han kicked its big nose with her toe in disgust.

He slowly took out a damp cigarette from his pocket, and just as he was about to light it, he seemed to remember something and put it back.

Instead, he raised his hand and brushed the mud off his trousers, his nonchalant attitude showing that he didn't consider this 500-year-old beast a threat at all.

The touch was cold and slippery, like kicking a piece of frozen meat.

The Corpse Dragon dared not resist at all.

It opened its mouth wide, making a "ho ho" begging sound from its throat, and drool dripped all over the ground.

The drool flowed down his chin like a waterfall, rotting the rocks on the ground until they hissed and steamed.

Its tail tip was unconsciously tucked between its legs, like a mangy dog ​​waiting for its owner to throw it a bone. Where was the dragon's might in all of it?

A sobbing sound, as if the victim had been wronged, could be heard coming from deep in his throat.

Its thick tail swept restlessly across the ground, grinding the pebbles with a crackling sound, all in an attempt to please.

Those eyes were fixed on the Reverse Scale in Jiang Han's hand, their pupils almost popping out.

"then."

Jiang Han didn't hand it over as carefully as she would a pet.

He tossed it casually.

The priceless Blackwater Dragon King's reverse scale traced a black parabola in the air before landing precisely in the corpse dragon's gaping maw.

"Gulp!"

There is absolutely no need to chew.

The Corpse Dragon suddenly tilted its head back and swallowed it whole.

The Adam's apple on his neck, about the size of a washbasin, suddenly bounced up and down.

The hard scales pressed against each other, making a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound, as if you could see the hard object sliding down the esophagus, making your neck tighten just watching it.

The swallowing sound was as loud as thunder.

I ate it.

Jiang Han dusted off his hands, took two steps back, and placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

After all, a mad dog that has taken a super-potion might bite.

"Awooo—!!!"

Only three seconds passed.

The Corpse Dragon suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.

The sound was no longer a majestic dragon's roar, but a agonizing wail that cut to the bone.

Crackling sounds!

Its massive body began to roll wildly on the ground.

Its enormous tail lashed wildly, smashing the surrounding rock walls to pieces.

The originally black and gold scales began to crack and fall off piece by piece.

The excruciating pain was so intense it could make your soul leave your body; it wasn't just physical suffering, but a torture where every bone in your body was shattered and then reassembled.

Every muscle in its body was twitching wildly, as if countless rats were crawling under its skin, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Black, foul-smelling blood gushed out like a fountain.

But beneath that filthy blood, a faint, dark golden light was shining through!

That's the color of lava!

"Dissection of the corpse..."

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, looking at the bloody and spectacular scene before him.

This is the price of evolution.

To undergo a complete transformation, you have to peel back a layer of skin first.

This reverse scale isn't a tonic, it's a powerful explosive! It's reshaping the dragon's genes from the inside out.

"roar!!!"

The Corpse Dragon writhed in agony, its body expanding at a visible rate.

Flesh buds sprouted from the severed dragon horn and began to grow wildly.

Accompanied by a sizzling sound, the newly formed fleshy bud was still steaming hot and dazzlingly red.

It was like a pot of boiling, rotting meat, emitting a nauseating, burnt smell.

That's the high temperature generated by cells dividing rapidly.

The rate of growth was so fast that it was nauseating and terrifying.

Sudden.

The churning corpse dragon suddenly stopped.

Those vertical pupils, now pure gold, were fixed on Jiang Han.

Jiang Han's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to draw his sword.

call--

A giant dragon claw was already upon them.

It was not an attack.

Instead, it's about...grabbing.

The movements were extremely fast, yet incredibly precise.

A strong, fishy smell hit me, almost knocking me over.

The rough dragon skin stung my face.

The suffocating feeling of having one's life and death controlled by a behemoth could scare an ordinary person so much that they would wet their pants.

It didn't hurt Jiang Han in the slightest; instead, it held him in its palm like a rag doll.

"God Jiang!"

"It's going to betray us!"

"I told you not to feed it! This is like the farmer and the snake!"

"Let go of Jiang Shen! You ungrateful wretch!"

Jiang Han was trapped in the dragon's claw and could not move.

But he did not sense any murderous intent.

in contrast.

He sensed an extremely strong, inviting spiritual energy, rather than words.

"Come……"

There's something down there...

"under?"

Jiang Han was taken aback.

Before he could react...

The Corpse Dragon suddenly swung its tail, carrying Jiang Han, and plunged headfirst into the pitch-black underground river!

Puff-!

Huge splashes of water rose dozens of meters high.

The icy river water instantly filled his ears and nose, and the immense water pressure squeezed Jiang Han's chest.

It felt as if all my internal organs had shifted, and my eyeballs were so compressed that they became bloodshot and swollen, even my thoughts stopped for a moment.

The man and the dragon vanished into the abyss in an instant.

The previously flickering live stream screen once again plunged into a deathly silence of darkness.

Only one line of blood-red system notification appeared abruptly on everyone's screen, appearing particularly glaring:

[Warning! The streamer has entered the "SSS-level Folded Space - Ancestral Dragon's Nest"!]

Current survival rate: 0.001%