A person might not feel anything when they see an ant, and might even have the leisure to observe what the ant was doing or where it was going.
But if a swarm of ants were suddenly crawling over their body relentlessly, they wouldn't be in such a good mood whether they were slapping themselves or rolling all over the ground, even crushing most of them into scraps to no avail.
And that was exactly what Sakasugi was facing right now.
Those humans who had popped out of nowhere were clearly no champions. For a dragon that was born to stand above supernatural beings and grew stronger even in its sleep, the Players who had just ascended to supernatural were certainly not champions at all. And yet, they had tenacity that left Sakasugi astonished!
No matter what kind of damage they suffered, they had no intention of fleeing like their former prey. Even if their bodies were contorted or their limbs were broken, they would still bite down viciously on Sakasugi's body with their bloodstained teeth, even if their teeth couldn't harm its scales at all!
Even if its dragon might was not as strong as before after its undead resurrection, it was clear from the soldiers who called themselves believers of the God of War that the intimidating effect of dragon might still existed.
And yet, why did it not seem to have any effect on those humans?
Moreover, the humans had all sorts of weird abilities. Some could summon seafood to spray water at Sakasugi, while others simply sprayed water at Sakasugi themselves, or summoned tombstones to smash it. There were even some who kept muttering about 'suplex', and would try to grab onto Sakasugi's toes even as they charged forward to their deaths.
Although Sakasugi wasn't a clean freak, it was still repulsed by an alien creature's constant attempt to grab its toes.
'Are humans such a frightening race?' Sakasugi asked itself.
As a moving calamity of the last era and a terror that ravaged the land, Sakasugi's Soulfire contained many memories related to humans.
Even so, the humans in those memories were weaklings. Not only were their average ability lower than the long-eared ones in the forest, Sakasugi only had to use a little bit of power, wealth or authority as bait to trigger the greed lurking in the depths of their hearts. They would then raise their filthy butcher's knife against the humans who should have been hailed as heroes and had the ability to cause it a certain degree of trouble.
That was precisely why Sakasugi could easily trample over countless human cities and plunder incalculable treasures, until a god couldn't stand it any longer and was slain by the chosen one who had divine power to rely on.
But everything seemed to have changed after its resurrection this time.
Against a dragon like Sakasugi, the humans were no longer timid. Even if their abilities did not improve much compared to the last era, they still dared to bravely challenge it …
Even if they died, they would create a better opportunity for their companions. Their tacit cooperation, which left life and death aside, made Sakasugi understand that the humans were no longer stragglers who would drag each other down. They were no longer an organized army that was built to fight against humans or humanoid creatures, but a party formed to unite as one and fight against one or more powerful individuals.
Having abandoned even the fear of death, the human's resolve was probably as hard as steel. Having abandoned all selfish desires, they were truly selfless warriors!
Even if it offered several powerful divine items that it had hidden away in the last era, incalculable treasures of gold that could topple human empires' economies, or countless Illum crystals that could be sacrificed to the gods in exchange for divine energy, it still wouldn't have shaken their immeasurably resolute minds!
Moreover, their deaths were not in vain.
In fact, even if their attacks couldn't break through its sturdy draconic scales, and its fragile innards had long since rotted away over a thousand years and were no longer a weakness, Sakasugi could feel that something inside its body was slowly being stripped away each time the humans attacked.
It was only when the sun set and the two moons rose that Sakasugi suddenly realized that what was being stripped away was its lifeforce!
Unlike the lifeforce of a living being, it had awakened in the form of a zombie dragon and was naturally an undead. Naturally, the power that powered its body was not the lifeforce of a living being either.
It was a strange energy that Sakasugi found familiar, but it couldn't remember where it had encountered it despite its shattered memories.
The final effect of the attacks of those humans was the gradual dissipation of that strange energy …
Once again, it crushed a human that charged at it into minced meat. But when it noticed that the other humans around it were not only unafraid but were instead smiling weirdly, Sakasugi decided that it couldn't keep going.
There was definitely something wrong with those humans!
Even as the dragon Sakasugi was still marveling at the fearsome tenacity of the Players and suspecting that they had been brainwashed by an evil god, the Players found the current situation a little troublesome as well.
To put it simply, the dragon was very tough.
Its scales and bones were so tough that the Players' normal skills simply couldn't penetrate its defenses, and could only forcefully shave off a little of its HP.
As for some powerful ultimate skills, because the casting time was too long and the skills looked cool and eye-catching, the Zombie Dragon would often nimbly dodge them when they were cast.
Even if the Players tried to use crowd control skills to control it, the dragon's innate control over mana meant that most crowd control skills were very weak. Moreover, the commonly acknowledged strongest crowd control skill, Suplex, couldn't be used at all because the dragon would always nimbly stomp any Warrior Player who got close to it to death …
All at once, the Players were troubled by the difficulty of conquering the dragon.
"Joe, what are you thinking about?" Edward, who had been directing the Players' battle plans for the entire afternoon was about to take a sip of water when he saw that Joe appeared to be thinking hard about something.
Although he knew that the fellow was basically brainless, Edward's exuberant curiosity kept him from asking him.
"It's nothing." Charle smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "I just thought that when the zombie dragon stomped me to death, it looked like a female player who saw a disgusting bug."
Edward couldn't help grinning. "Stop fooling around. That thing was already an undead — how could it have an expression? Even if we take a step back, it's a dragon …"
As he spoke, he glanced at the Dead Red Dragon again. There was no telling if it was because of Joe's words, but Edward himself suddenly felt that the Dead Red Dragon's action of stomping on the approaching Players did resemble Jessica's when she saw a cockroach …
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Chapter 234:
The human spirit is (omitted below) …
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