"ROAR!" The flames erupting from the Velocidragon's mouth encompassed a diameter of tens of meters
of the surrounding area, bathing them in a sea of fire. "Hiss..." The Velocidragon's fire danced
around the bodies of the four warriors, but guarded by the Protective Icy Carapace and their own
battle-qi, the four warriors definitely would be able to resist the heat. As for the archer, by
this point, she had already mounted the Griffin and taken to the skies, her bow nocked. The
Vampiric Iron Bull stood there like an iron wall, protecting the two female magi. "Swish! Swish!
Swish!" Her eyes filled with a fierce cold gleam, and her hands as steady as a rock, the
Griffin-mounted archer shot out three arrows in a row. The target – the mysterious magus on the
back of the Velocidragon! "Whoosh!" The Velocidragon's whip-like tail shot out like lightning,
moving even faster than the arrows. In the blink of an eye, it shattered the arrows released from
the archer's triple shot. Immediately afterwards, its tail swept back towards the four charging
warriors. The howling sound generated from the tail shattering the air with its movement caused
the expressions on the faces of the four warriors to change dramatically. They immediately tried
to leap backwards, like agile monkeys. But the draconic tail didn't move in a purely straight
pattern; it oscillated and curved strangely, with no fixed pattern. "Crash!" One of the four
warriors didn't manage to dodge in time, and was directly struck by the draconic tail on the
waist. Both the Protective Icy Carapace and his own battle-qi were smashed into nothingness in the
blink of an eye. With a slight flick, the tail curled around him and tightly wrapped him up.
"Luke!" (Lu'jia). The red-haired warrior by his side howled angrily, his eyes filled with pain.
"No!" Luke was also screaming in terror. With but a flick, the draconic tail tossed Luke directly
towards the Velocidragon's mouth. The Velocidragon opened its jaws, revealing its bloody maw, and
chomped down. With a terrifying crunching sound, the last thing escaping Luke's throat was an
anguished scream. Ground beneath the Velocidragon's saw-like teeth, Luke's entire body was turned
into mincemeat. Half of one bloody leg escaped the Velocidragon's mouth and fell down to the
ground. Gleaming white bone could be seen protruding from the bloody half-leg. "Don't look."
Hillman covered Linley's eyes. That sudden display was simply too bloody. Even a fully grown
adult, when faced with such a terrifying scene for the first time, would be panicked. Linley was
just an eight year old child. But it was too late. Linley had already seen everything. "Huff.
Huff." Linley felt as though his heart was being compressed by a giant boulder. His breathing was
growing labored, and he started to pant. But in his mind's eye, he replayed the sight of the young
man named Luke being eaten, over and over again. His belly was ripped open, and his intestines had
been shattered. His skull had been crushed, and half his leg had dropped to the ground! All of
these things made it hard for Linley to breathe, and he felt dizzy. This was the first time Linley
had seen a fight become so vicious and cruel. It was also the first time Linley had seen someone
being eaten alive by a huge Velocidragon. The half-eaten leg, in particular, deeply buried itself
in Linley's mind. Hillman, Roger, and Lorry exchanged troubled glances as they watched Linley.
What sort of harm to the psyche would this bloody affair cause an eight year old child? Would it
serve as a constant psychological trauma? Once a youth becomes traumatized by battle, his future
accomplishments would be dramatically impacted. "Killing someone. No big deal. No big deal."