My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 328 - Chapter 328 Chapter 327 I Said Stop Bragging

Chapter 328: Chapter 327: I Said, Stop Bragging Chapter 328: Chapter 327: I Said, Stop Bragging Huh huh~

The howling cold wind turned into a warm current, fluttering between the two ice-breaking ships, and the drifting snow melted into raindrops,

The raindrops pattered and fell into the sea, the surrounding fog thinned out quite a lot, revealing the full view of the giant squid not far away.

The dark sea surface undulated under the dim red fireballs, reflecting the light, and the ripples from the raindrops disappearing quickly.

Sparks, carried by the rising heat currents, danced around like flowing light.

Seeing this, the people on both ships fell into an eerie silence.

“Gasp…hiss.”

The painful breathing kept sounding, mixing with the roaring heat currents and falling raindrops, chilling to the bone.

“Roar!”

On the body of the Yermak, the flame dragon clenched its three claws tightly on the steel plate armor, gripping the claws of the Griffin and gradually pressing its head into the melting steel plates.

The steel plates flowed like magma.

From time to time, bubbles emerged and exploded.

The once majestic Griffin now had messy fur, the mane on its neck burnt off, watching the exploding bubbles in front of it, its expression changing from haughty to fearfully struggling, and now begging pitifully.

The dragon paid no heed, its breath a hot current.

Beneath the dancing flames in its eyes, a strange purplish-red color lurked.

The figure wrapped in flames stood quietly atop the dragon’s head; his right hand clutched the neck of a bulky man, lifting him by the neck like lifting a small chicken, pressing it against the scorching steel plate on the ship.

A sizzling sound emitted from where the bulky man’s back was against the steel plate, continuously giving off a burnt white smoke.

Strangled, the bulky man couldn’t make any sound; he could only grab the right hand of the figure with both hands, his bloodshot eyes pleading, his legs constantly struggling.

“Something’s off about him.”

Cang Haiyuan sauntered over then, under Chen Yixin’s gaze, slinked away.

Chen Yixin had noticed something was off about Shao Zifeng too, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what.

Hiss–

Under the continuous high heat, the outer armor of the Yermak began to melt, with molten iron slipping down, hissing as it did so.

Keep in mind, this specially made armor could even withstand a full-force strike from a tier 6 mutant creature.

Murmurs came from the Yermak, as a few people peeked out but were quickly driven back by the high temperature.

Valery pushed aside Matvey, leaning over the railing to look down.

The blast of high temperature twisted his facial hair quickly, his face illuminated red by the firelight.

But he continued to lean out, staring fixedly at the figure in the flames, his gaze not showing anger for the loss of a companion, but carrying a hard-to-detect excitement.

He gripped his whistle tightly, covering it lightly with his large hand and blowing gently.

Silent sound waves dispersed in all directions.

He removed the whistle, quietly waiting.

Boom!

The fire, initially subsiding, burst into flames again, the twisted flames shooting up to the deck and scorching the railings of the Yermak.

Under the reflection of the flames, Valery’s face, retreating with the crowd, broke into a wide grin.

The people on the Snow Dragon stared wide-eyed, only to see the figure in the flames slowly raising his head.

He tightened his grip on the bulky man’s neck, with purplish-red particles overflowing from the flames, continuously seeping into the bulky man’s skin.

The bulky man’s face filled with horror, the color on his reddened face slowly deepened, the water in his skin rapidly escaped, and amidst constant convulsions, his skin turned charred and shriveled.

Yet, he was still not dead; his dehydrated eyes moved, and his mouth opened and closed, emitting a whining sound.

“I said, stop blowing the whistle!”

A dry, raspy voice echoed in the hot wind, infused with an indescribable eeriness.

The words had barely left his lips when his fingers clenched tightly.

“Boom!”

Cracks appeared on that charred skin, quickly spreading over his entire body, the fissures flickering with a crimson glow, suddenly erupting into plumes of flame.

“Ah!”

In the midst of screams, the emaciated giant slowly turned into flying ash.

Soon, his Griffin followed in his footsteps.

“Impressive …”

Haiyuan had been unable to close his mouth since a moment ago, swallowing hard.

Yixing watched the silhouette in the flames, her facial expression changing.

The events that had unfolded today had already thrown her off balance, and now she did not know how to handle the situation.

Moreover, Zifeng’s condition greatly worried her.

“Yo~”

Just then, a fawn gently bounced up to Yixing’s side.

It looked at Zifeng with worried eyes, anxiously tapping its tiny hooves.

“Roar!”

The dragon beat its flaming wings and slowly ascended, opening its wings of flame beneath the gloomy clouds, like a monarch of fire looming over those present below.

Zifeng was wrapped in flames, his eyes covered by leaping fire, and even the corners of his eyes flickered with the ghostly images of a few scales; Qiuqiu beneath him was the same, except the flames radiating from its body continuously contained particles of purplish-red.

In the high altitudes, the cold wind howled, and Zifeng’s mind slowly calmed down.

The scenes that had just unfolded played through his mind, and Zifeng looked at his own right hand.

There was a crack-like mark in the palm of his right hand, a remnant of when he was exposed to the thin lines in the perception realm.

He hadn’t thought much of it at first, but shortly afterward, a sharp whistle sounded in his mind.

That sound was like being in a rest room, where a thousand cats next to you scratch a blackboard with their claws.

After that, he felt a surge of power in his right hand, as if someone was trying to control him from in the shadows.

His resistance was continuous, and although he had escaped control, he was not in control of his own body.

He had no idea what had transpired during that time, and when he finally came back to his senses, he realized he had actually killed someone.

And it was the kind that scattered people’s ashes.

While Zifeng was in a daze, those aboard the Yermak watched the figure beneath the clouds fall silent.

Although they couldn’t see exactly what had happened from their position, the pitiful screams had still made many shudder, casting wary glances at Zifeng.

Valery watched Zifeng in midair, his breaths becoming heavier, his gaze growing increasingly fervent.

He placed the whistle back to his mouth, letting silent sound waves spread.

“Uh…”

Zifeng in midair trembled slightly, painfully clutching his forehead as the flames in his eye sockets jumped rapidly, his golden-red right pupil slowly turning purplish-red.

At the same time, Qiuqiu’s body also trembled violently, its scale armor becoming sharper. Spine-chilling spikes grew on its back, and even the flames slowly turned purplish-red, emitting an oppressive aura.

Most terrifying were its eyes; the golden-red vertical pupils contracted several times before turning purplish-red, the gaze within seemingly ready to devour someone.

Under the torment of the voices in his mind, Zifeng’s sanity quickly dissipated, his heart overwhelmed with infinite bloodlust.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at the people on the Yermak.

“I said… stop blowing!”