Garon sped up. The snowstorm in front of him was getting thicker, but he kept feeling that there was an unshakable danger behind him that was getting closer and closer.
"The Soul Ring won't lie to me. Looks like I'm in big trouble!" Garon had long expected that the disharmony between his soul and body would bring him trouble, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
He started to feel anxious.
But because he was hugging the Ice Stalagmite, he couldn't increase his speed at all. The only consolation was that the Ice Stalagmite kept surging into his body.
In such a short time, he already had one more attribute point.
Garon quickly added it to his speed, and instantly felt that his speed had increased by a notch. The anxiety in his heart eased slightly.
The snowstorm ahead was white, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He didn't know where he was flying, but he knew that if he didn't fly, the danger behind him would catch up, and the result wouldn't be as wonderful as he imagined.
The level of power in this world was too high, and the research on the soul was too advanced. There was no way to hide properly.
"Whoosh …"
Suddenly, Garon seemed to hear a sound behind him.
He focused his attention and listened. His expression changed abruptly, and he dove down hard, leaving his original position.
"Tch!"
Just as he dove, a black light shot past his original position, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. It broke through the snowstorm ahead and disappeared.
Garon's forehead was covered in sweat. He raised his left claw, and there was a deep cut on the back of his sturdiest claw. It was caused by the snowflakes that bounced off the black light when he dodged just now.
"Seriously … I'm in big trouble indeed …" He flapped his wings even faster.
Soon, he floated up again, avoiding the black light's trajectory.
Hugging the Ice Stalagmite tightly, Garon used all his strength to fly forward, not daring to stop for even a moment. If he had some doubts before, there was no need for them now. The guy behind him was terrifyingly strong, and wasn't something he could fight against now.
Fortunately, Garon's combat realm was too high, and he had a good grasp of his surroundings. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to dodge that black light in time.
The unknown enemy behind him seemed to have realized that this move wasn't working, and stopped attacking, remaining silent.
Garon didn't think that the enemy had given up.
Soon, the Ice Stalagmite gave him another attribute point. He quickly added more speed to his speed. His flying speed instantly increased by a notch.
The enemy behind him seemed to be a little surprised. They did not know how he kept increasing his speed.
*****
In the snowstorm, the Suffering Knight was completely black. Its body was glowing with a black light as it flew through the snowstorm. It had locked onto a small object that was flying in front of it. However, the snowstorm was too strong, and the distance was a little too far. The first time it attacked, it didn't succeed, causing the little thing to be a little vigilant. The speed increased.
"This is no longer the speed of an ordinary Dragon Whelp …" The Suffering Knight was slightly surprised.
However, for the sake of his master's orders, even though he couldn't catch up, he still persisted in chasing after them.
All living creatures would get tired, but he was different …
He lowered his head and looked at the red symbol on the giant sword. He hesitated for a moment and decided not to activate it.
That was the Mark of the Undead. The moment he slashed the little baby dragon's claw, he had already imprinted the mark on the baby dragon. As long as he activated it, he could instantly pull it into a blinding hell and turn it into a one-on-one battle to the death with him.
However, this was the strongest ability of the Suffering Knight. Once it was used, it would take at least two to three hundred years to recover. For the sake of a mutated soul, it would not use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
*****
Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
Garon had already absorbed all the potential of the Ice Stalagmite. His body had gained a total of thirteen attribute points. However, he did not add all of them to his speed. His current speed was already enough to keep the enemy behind him in check. Attribute points were precious and should not be used up so easily. Moreover, he had a feeling that even if he added points to his speed, he might not be able to shake off the enemy behind him.
This was a premonition. There was no reason for it, but Garon unconsciously believed in this feeling.
After flying at high speed for a whole day, Garon's body was beyond exhausted. He needed to rest.
Even with the nourishment of his Soul Energy, he was still a normal Dragon Whelp. It was already very good that he could last for so long.
Sometimes, the enemy behind him would take advantage of his fatigue and decrease in speed to close the distance. This scared Garon so much that he had to speed up.
However, he also saw the appearance of the pursuer behind him.
It was an empty knight's armor. Two balls of green fire burned in its eyes. It was very similar to the Undead Knight in his inherited memories.
"I knew it! Damn it! " Garon had long expected that his soul's abnormality would be discovered by a master of soul research. He did not expect this premonition to come so quickly.
He had only come out once and he was already being chased by an Undead creature.
There was no way to shake off this thing behind him. For a moment, Garon did not know what to do. He had completely lost his way around here. He flew everywhere in the snowstorm and could not find anything that could help him locate his position. He was glad that he had not encountered a high-level Elder Giant Iguana after flying for so long. Otherwise, he would have been done for.
Roar …!
Suddenly, a violent woman's scream came from behind him.
A green ripple instantly cleared all the snowstorm from behind. It penetrated the space between the knight and Garon.
The ripple hit Garon's body without any hindrance.
Garon's body stiffened and paused in midair for a moment.
Poof!
Tiny wounds exploded all over his body, and white blood splashed out from the wounds.
A pain that originated from the depths of his soul suddenly shook Garen, causing him to feel dizzy. He almost wanted to fall down headfirst.
His heart tightened. He thought that he could keep running for his life. He did not expect that the thing behind him would suddenly attack him with such a terrifying attack.
He recognized this spell.
Hellish Horn … A Level Seven spell, a failed imitation of the Level Nine Banshee's Howl. However, it had the same terrifying destructive power against the soul.
This was a special skill that only the strongest Suffering Knight among the Undead creatures had!
"Suffering Knight … I'm in trouble!" Garon felt that he had eight lifetimes of bad luck. He encountered a Level Seven creature as soon as he came out. He was now just a normal Level Four creature. How could he be chased by a Level Seven so easily?
Out of habit, Garon endured the pain. He looked at his Status Pane.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw the status of his Status Pane.
'Safive — Strength 21 (19), Agility 17 (15), Vitality 12 (10), Intelligence 17 (15). Potential 89%. Soul Limit 170
Level 1 Draconic Aura. Level 1 Arcane Art Basics.
Being tortured by the Hellish Curse: All attributes decrease by 2 points every hour. Requires positive energy to expel. Otherwise, you can only wait for three days of rest before the curse is automatically removed. If there is no positive energy to offset it, you will permanently lose an average of 5 points of attributes. Note, this curse can be stacked. '
All his attributes decreased by 2 points on average!
Not only that, a sense of weakness that he had never felt before spread throughout his body. Garon felt that his body was like a leaking bucket, constantly losing strength.
He noticed the Hellish Curse symbol at the bottom of the list and cursed in his heart.
It decreased by 2 points every hour. If there was no positive energy to offset it, he would permanently lose an average of 5 points of attributes!
This was simply perverted!
If he could not remove it by himself in the end …
All four of his attributes added up to a loss of 20 points! Wouldn't this mean that all the attribute points he had earned this time would go down the drain?
Garon also noticed that his four Soul Rings had overlapped with each other. There were already traces of cracks in them from the roar just now.
It was obvious that the opponent's attack was too powerful. Moreover, it targeted the soul. It was very powerful.
No wonder the strong people in this world could capture creatures from other dimensions for research.
"What should I do?" He was faintly anxious. At the beginning, he still had the idea of dragging down the enemy behind him. After discovering that the guy was an Undead, he completely gave up on this plan. The Undead would not get tired.
Moreover, he also noticed that the last hint of the curse was that the Hellish Curse could be stacked.
"Damn it! This damn thing can actually be stacked!? "He wanted to curse for the first time.
One time, his Soul Rings cracked, and he might even permanently lose 20 points of attributes. If it happened again, it would be terrible!
He guessed that this might be because his level was too low and his physique was not enough, so his immunity was not strong enough. After all, that was a Level 7 spell. He, a Level 4 creature, actually withstood it and did not die. This in itself was very surprising. Under normal circumstances, this would be a miracle. Even if the main effect of the Hellish Curse itself was not to kill the enemy instantly, but to weaken them, it was already very impressive for a young dragon.
It crossed a full three levels.
Although he was flustered, Garon's many years of experience made him calm down in an instant, suppressing all the unnecessary emotions.
In this situation, he did not know what method the opponent used to locate him. The failure rate of hiding was too high, so he could only run.
But such a simple escape would lead to death sooner or later.
Garon's Soul Power slowly vibrated in his mind. He began to carefully sense the existence of all the creatures around him. Although he could not use Soul Power to explore outside his body, he still had the Demon King's innate ability, Dream Control.
As one of the Ancient Endor Demon Kings, he encountered the most troublesome thing, which was that his abnormality was discovered by the enemy in his weakest state. When the Demon Kings had not yet grown up, once they were discovered, the situation would be disastrous.
Although they grew very quickly, when they were discovered at this time, their survivability was only one or two levels higher than the average creature of the same level.
For Garon to be able to withstand a spell that was three levels higher than his was already very strong.
This was like holding a balloon against a steel knife. He could actually withstand it and the balloon did not explode. It was simply a miracle!
The Soul Rings slowly vibrated. In this dangerous situation, all the creatures around him were determined and appeared in Garon's mind. A large amount of Soul Power was consumed rapidly. But he did not care at all. If he was still stingy with these little things at this time, he would really be done for.
"Bottom left!"
He quickly determined the direction. The Soul Rings gave him the safest guidance in the dark. Although this direction was also very dangerous, compared to the other directions, it was much better.
Garon would never believe that he would die in the snow for no reason. Since the enemy did not finish him off immediately, they obviously had other considerations. As long as there was a buffer, there would definitely be a turn for the better.
He had always believed in this.
"I've been living in peace for too long. I seem to be starting to relax …" Garon began to reflect on himself. Had he been living too comfortably all this time, to the extent that he had unknowingly fallen into such a dangerous situation?
The snow was getting heavier.
He flapped his wings faster and dove to the bottom left.
*****
"It runs really fast … Is this the final struggle?" The Suffering Knight sensed the Dragon Whelp in front of him from afar and realized that its speed had decreased. The original plan of releasing another Purgatory Curse slowly faded away.
"Looks like I only need a little more time to catch it. I don't need to waste too much energy … "
He glanced at the runes on the greatsword and did not activate them in the end.
With a burst of speed, he continued to chase after it.
The snow that filled the sky formed a vacuum layer around him. Not a single snowflake actually touched his armor.
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