Chapter 707: Dust-Scattering Dragons of Civilization

The crimson light of the Blood Moon flashed repeatedly. Compared to Xicai's enormous body, the Blood Moon's light, which Brandt desperately conjured, was like a constantly flicking laser pointer—tiny but incredibly annoying!

The Dust Dragon, with its wind-tunnel eyes, stared at Brandt's minuscule form. A world-ending pressure, carried by the sighing gale, howled past Brandt.

Brandt's golden hair whipped wildly in the wind. Then, the very strands he had once prided himself on began to fall directly from his scalp, as if all life had been extinguished from them, scattering chaotically into the distance.

Brandt was stunned. He instinctively reached up, feeling the smooth, egg-like dome of his head, his mouth involuntarily agape.

"S***!" Brandt's long-unused mother tongue erupted in a furious torrent. He raged, swearing wildly in the air, a level of anger he hadn't even felt when the Halls of Fleeting Life had pinned him down and brutally beaten him.

Brandt's curses were filthy, spittle flying, but the next moment, his voice abruptly ceased.

At that moment, the Dust Dragon's skeletal head slowly opened its massive maw. The sighing gale surged into the dragon's mouth, sweeping in continuous dark clouds and airborne dust, like a terrifying vortex appearing out of nothingness, devouring everything frantically.

A dragon's breath was brewing within!

Compared to this, Brandt's curses seemed pale and helpless. His face contorted in horror as he was locked onto by the dragon's breath, and he turned and fled without hesitation.

The wind surged into the Dust Dragon's body, collapsing and compressing violently within its bones, eventually emitting strange wisps of blue light, enveloped by the grey wind, darting like lightning.

The instant the blue light filled the Dust Dragon's body, its wind-tunnel eyes glowed, and a torrent of dragon's breath erupted from its mouth!

Whoosh—!!

A colorless breeze swept through the void. After erupting from Xicai's mouth, the blue light vanished, as if crushed and dissolved into the wind. This wind, sweeping through the empty air, emitted a sigh-like sound, mournful and desolate.

Brandt cried out in alarm, then, without hesitation, clapped his hands to his head, blowing himself apart into a mist of blood that dispersed into the air.

That ethereal sighing wind passed through the blood mist and silently swept down towards Red Dust Main City below.

"...A dragon?"

Uncle Quan, looking through the window, saw the bizarre bone dragon in the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief. He wasn't the only one; several other members of the Huang Corporation around him were so shocked that their mouths could have swallowed a goose egg. Even after witnessing so many unimaginable things that day, the sight of such a Western dragon appearing over Red Dust was simply too astounding.

After separating from Huang Suyue and the others, Uncle Quan and his group found the largest shelter in the area. They set up three traps around it, and perhaps due to luck, no accidents occurred during the process. So far, only two silver monsters had come searching nearby, and they had been lured into one of the traps and instantly blown to pieces. After that, Uncle Quan led everyone to hide together in this small building.

"Is that dragon coming this way?"

"No... it seems to have just breathed in this direction."

"...Breathed?"

Through the corner of the window, everyone looked at the bone dragon in the sky with confusion. The dragon was far away, so they weren't overly nervous, but rather more curious.

One second, two seconds...

A moment later, the corners of their clothes and strands of their hair were gently stirred by a breeze.

"Where's this wind coming from?" a member of the Huang Corporation frowned, looking around. "Didn't we already seal all the windows tightly?"

Uncle Quan's brows were also tightly furrowed. Just as he was about to speak, the window in front of him creaked softly and slowly tilted inward!

"Watch out!"

Uncle Quan quickly pulled everyone back. The next moment, the window detached and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Bang—!

Before anyone could react, ear-splitting creaking sounds erupted from all directions! Bolts popped out of the building, clattering onto the floor. Then, the entire house began to shake violently. All the support pillars swayed wildly like dry grass in the wind, and the triangular framework of the roof inexplicably collapsed.

The "structure" was collapsing!

The entire small building was like a house of cards blown apart. Walls, doors, the roof—everything seemed to disintegrate and crash down towards them!

Uncle Quan's pupils suddenly constricted!

Boom—!!!

Amidst the deafening roar, the figures of the group were engulfed by the collapsing building.

But then, a blue light flashed, and the walls and floorboards around them were shattered from thin air. Fine debris scattered on the ground, and the group, their faces ashen, looked as if they had narrowly escaped death. Among the members of the Huang Corporation, there were also third-tier divine path practitioners, so the collapsing building would naturally not threaten their lives. However, this inexplicable turn of events completely terrified them; they had no idea what was happening.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!

Continuous sounds of collapsing reached the ears of the bewildered group. They sharply turned their heads, discovering that every building touched by the sighing breeze was crumbling. If one were to look down from high above, one would see everything in Red Dust Main City toppling like dominoes in all directions. Even the broken walls and ruins that had been shattered earlier now lay flat, like wheat bowed down by the wind.

In a matter of breaths, one-fifth of Red Dust Main City had been razed to the ground. Billowing dust swirled upwards, and a gigantic dragon obscured the sky.

"This..."

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, too shocked to speak. Before that seemingly gentle and harmless dragon's breath, the civilization of Red Dust Main City, built over centuries, was like dust on a table, vanishing without a trace with a single light sweep.

"Wait... no!!"

While everyone else was focused on the collapsing buildings, Uncle Quan seemed to remember something and abruptly looked in a certain direction! He immediately ran towards it!

Although the other members of the Huang Corporation didn't understand what was happening, they quickly followed. They moved through layers of swirling dust and stepped over numerous collapsed walls, finally arriving before an open space.

"The shelter? What are we doing here..."

Before the last word could be uttered, the group stiffened and froze in place.

A wailing sound—

The wailing wind echoed through the dust, like a lamenting sigh. The ground before them had caved in deeply, covered by countless architectural ruins. A colossal sinkhole had appeared, and beneath it, a crimson bloodstain was spreading rapidly!