The main issue is that Cheng Long is rather troublesome. This type of dragon can use spiritual energy to produce effects similar to magic, which are quite difficult to resist in this world—and Cheng Long also possesses a certain intelligence akin to humans, not just a simple beast.

This time, a few hundred lower dragons and middle rank dragons launched an attack, with a Cheng Long acting as the commander. With such a lineup, a human city would normally be defenseless, unable to withstand the assault, and would be reduced to ashes in the dragon race’s flames.

However...

"Hahaha! Scream louder!"

Seeing the girl standing atop a pile of corpses, covered in blood, ecstatically raising the sharp blade in her hand, wantonly ravaging the giant dragon, everyone present felt a wave of fear.

Initially, everyone here was just trying to protect the city they lived in, gritting their teeth to resist the invading dragons. They only hoped they could delay the attack with their lives, even for just a moment, to help the city’s residents escape.

However... as this figure clad in pitch-black armor appeared, the tide of battle changed instantly.

She didn’t use the common silver sword, but a completely crimson blade, as if it was forged from blood. Unlike others, she neither dodged nor evaded the dragons’ attacks, only advancing forward. Even when faced with fiery breath or the giant dragons’ claws and fangs, they were completely cleaved in front of that blade shining with red luminescence.

The same went for the giant dragons. Their hard bodies seemed as fragile as tofu, unable to withstand a single blow. Everyone watched as the girl directly plunged into the battlefield, and with one strike, felled Cheng Long, who was in charge of commanding.

With the commander down, the remaining dragons scattered in disarray, but she didn’t even give them a chance to flee—as the dragon flock retreated, everyone witnessed her lifting the sword high before swinging it down.

Scarlet violent sword qi expanded and erupted centered on Duanmu Huai, like the shockwave and airflow from a bomb blast, shredding the giant dragons trying to escape and even knocking several people off their feet.

But Duanmu Huai didn’t care about these trivial matters.

"Phew... This feels great."

Watching the monster close its eyes in front of him, uttering a final melodious wail before dying, Duanmu Huai felt an incomparable sense of pleasure. Indeed, this is what it should be like, whether it’s evil spirits or curse spirits, their numbers are too few, not enough to vent on. He needed thousands of enemies like this, to completely, utterly destroy them and savor the bliss that comes with watching immense lifeforms perish like worthless ants!

The thrill of the battlefield is indeed more satisfying.

If Duanmu Huai were to evaluate the past decade of life as a girl, it would be dull and boring. Of course, an ordinary daily life isn’t bad, but Duanmu Huai preferred the blood-drenched battlefield, feeling the thrill of wantonly trampling the enemies of mankind, destroying their bodies and souls—that was far more interesting than singing and dancing.

Especially now, just listening to the sword’s edge reverberating with the dragons’ souls’ wails and screams gave Duanmu Huai a sense of satisfaction. He reached out and tapped the sword’s edge, the grating sound like nails on a chalkboard echoed in Duanmu Huai’s ears.

Hmm, truly melodious.

But it’s still not enough.

He still craved more, Duanmu Huai wanted to experience more of the sensation of blood and flesh flying, the sharp blade slicing into body, cleaving flesh, severing bone, feeling the enemy’s life vanish into dust under his control.

Like holding a little white mouse, feeling it struggle, then slowly applying force until it was crushed to death. A matchless sense of conquest.

But, it’s still not enough!

This level of bloodshed, this level of death, this level of destruction is far from satisfying!

To put it simply, it’s like drinking a room-temperature, flat, sugar-free cola!

Drinkable, but not enjoyable!

However...

"Huff... huff... huff..."

"Hey, what’s going on?"

The Dragon Hunters at the rear uneasily lifted their heads, peering ahead. The wind began to howl, circulating on the battlefield, swirling, converging, transforming into a massive tornado raging skyward.

Simultaneously, a voice full of pretension sounded within.

"Ha... the wind has brought your voices, humans, welcome to this midnight banquet."

"This... this is...!"

Upon hearing the voice, the Dragon Hunters’ expressions changed drastically, while Duanmu Huai looked up and revealed a sinister grin. Amid the raging tornado, a figure appeared intermittently.

"I am Des Thorva, the third of the Wing Bloodline. You seem to refer to me as the Wind Prison Dragon..."

The youth’s voice was calm and composed, tinged with a slight chuckle. Upon hearing his voice, the Dragon Hunters’ expressions shifted dramatically.

"An Upper Dragon! It’s an Upper Dragon!"

"We’re doomed!"

"Don’t be afraid! It’s not over yet! Buck up!"

The mere presence of the figure plunged the battlefield into chaos. Some wanted to flee, some despairingly gave up resistance, and others shouted, trying to rally their comrades to fight. But for Duanmu Huai, none of this mattered; he never expected these people to be of any assistance anyway.