Chapter 0117: Death Valley

Under the panicked gazes of Na Zhen and his two companions, the dark flames from Huang Long’s fingers suddenly soared upward, reaching high above them in an instant. Then, those dark flames spread out like a canopy, trapping the three who tried to flee within it like a cage.
Once trapped, they immediately began to scream in agony. Terrifying forces descended vertically from the dark flames, seeping into their bodies through the surrounding space. Even their efforts to chant battle songs were unable to resist them.
What kind of ghost fire was this?!
Na Zhen and his companions stared in horror at the dark flames above them. Yes, it was indeed the Nether Ghost Fire!
A supernatural power from the underworld of the Pangu World.
Under the burning effect of the Nether Ghost Fire, nothing seemed to change on their exteriors, but inside their bodies—and even in their souls—they suffered extreme pain. The force exerted by the dark flames acted like an invisible barrier, preventing them from escaping. Whenever their bodies touched anything around them, they were bounced back.
The members of the Elan family exchanged terrified looks, their eyes filled with panic. Eventually, they resolved to attack Huang Long, only to find they couldn’t move at all.
While Na Zhen and his companions were trapped by the Nether Ghost Fire, three Bimong beasts struggled desperately to break free from the mountains.
The Elan family members saw that the beasts’ golden fur had vanished, leaving only their skins exposed. On the center of their chests was a huge handprint, with charred flesh surrounding it.
Even more astonishing was that sword energy continuously emanated from their bodies. The sharp sword energy, like unpredictable flames, appeared all over their bodies, causing them to convulse each time it emerged.
By this time, the dust had completely settled. The ground around them was crisscrossed with cracks from the recent battle, a sight that was truly terrifying.
When it seemed enough, Huang Long pointed with both hands, and the Nether Ghost Fire above Na Zhen and his companions gradually disappeared.
As the Nether Ghost Fire vanished, Na Zhen and his companions collapsed to the ground as if all their strength had been drained. Their chests heaved unevenly, their faces pale, and their foreheads tinged blue from extreme shock.
It was as if they had suffered countless years of torment in hell. Only after a long time, after the Nether Ghost Fire disappeared, did Na Zhen and his companions regain control of their bodies and realize they truly owned them again.
Their heavy breathing still didn’t subside for a long time.

As the three were still in shock, they heard footsteps approaching. Panicked, they looked up and saw the Yellow Dragon walking slowly toward them. They hastily stood up, taking a few steps back, their eyes filled with undisguised fear.

Fear!
This word might seem laughable to them, but at that moment, they were truly terrified.

Na Zhen, the head of the Elan family who held absolute power in the Orc Empire, was retreating.
Had they ever imagined such an outcome before they came here?

They had brought three mighty Bimon beasts, planning to capture the Yellow Dragon and decide what to do with it. But they hadn’t considered what would happen if they lost—especially a crushing defeat. After all, they were confident in the strength of those three Bimon beasts. Together with them, even the strongest warriors at the peak of the Sacred Realm couldn’t defeat them.

Yet this Yellow Dragon, though not at the peak of the Sacred Realm, possessed terrifying attack power—its destructive force even exceeding that of the strongest Sacred Realm warriors! Could it be a divine-level combat skill?!

Recalling the Yellow Dragon’s earlier techniques—Five Elements Dragon Embrace, Purple Thunder Sky Blade, and Sky-Shrouding Great Seal—the three couldn’t help but tremble with fear. On the Hengyuan Continent, it was common for someone with a high-level combat skill to challenge someone one or two ranks higher who only had lower-level skills.

The Yellow Dragon stopped about ten meters in front of the three, staring at them. Under its gaze, they stepped back, naturally huddling together, their eyes wide with fear and expressions full of wariness. Neither side spoke.

Just as Na Zhen and the others thought the Yellow Dragon would deliver a devastating attack next, it turned around. Somehow, Tianqing Python Ox, Bog, and Nat appeared. The Yellow Dragon mounted Tianqing Python Ox and slowly left under everyone’s astonished gaze.

Before leaving, Bog turned around and said coldly, “Your son was killed by people from the Light Church. It has nothing to do with my young master!”

Before Na Zhen and the others could react, the Yellow Dragon and its companions had already gone far away.

“If you’re not convinced, meet me at the Dark Forest Empire’s martial arts tournament in five months!”
The Yellow Dragon’s voice came from afar, as calm as before.

The sunlight was mild; it was nearly noon, bringing a slight warmth.

After the Yellow Dragon and its group left, it took a long time before Na Zhen regained his senses, his eyes blank.

“Could it really be that Na Duo was killed by people from the Light Church?!” Jeff asked in surprise, remembering Bog’s words before he left.

If the Yellow Dragon had said that earlier, they would never have believed it. But now… Recalling everything that had happened, Jeff began to doubt.

Rock also looked deep in thought.

Nazhen’s expression darkened. If that was indeed the case, it meant the Elan family had been used as a pawn! The Holy Church?! “But if it was the Holy Church’s doing, why would they frame the Yellow Dragon? Has the Yellow Dragon offended the Holy Church?” Rock asked. “Let’s put aside the grudges between the Yellow Dragon and the Holy Church for now. If Naduo was really killed by someone from the Holy Church, then they intend to use our Elan family as a pawn! Hmph, then we’ll make sure the people of the Holy Church know that our Elan family isn’t some easy target to manipulate!” Jeff said gravely. “How did the Yellow Dragon get news of passing through here?” Nazhen asked in a dark tone, his expression uncertain. Nazhen wasn’t an idiot. If the Holy Church truly had a feud with the Yellow Dragon, it was possible they would frame them. Moreover, the news of the Yellow Dragon’s arrival here was strange, raising suspicions. Jeff and Rock exchanged a glance. Jeff replied, “It was reported to me by a distant relative of the family.” “A distant relative?” Nazhen said. “I found it strange at the time, but didn’t think much of it. Now it does seem suspicious,” Rock said, frowning. If that was true, then that distant relative must be involved! Or perhaps they were spies planted by the Holy Church within the Elan family. Such situations weren’t uncommon among the major powers in the Hengyuan Continent, and the Elan family also had spies among other powerful families. “Let’s go back!” Nazhen said, looking at the miserable state of the three Bimon beasts. If this really had something to do with the Holy Church, then today’s battle had been in vain—a pointless fight that had cost the Elan family face. After this battle, it was inevitable that the Elan family’s status among the orcs in the Orc Empire would suffer. The Orc Empire wasn’t short of blind worshippers of the Yellow Dragon. After this battle, the Elan family would surely become the laughingstock of those worshippers. Within three days, stories of this battle would spread throughout the Orc Empire’s streets and alleys. Of course, the Yellow Dragon would be hailed as a hero for defeating three Bimon beasts, while the Elan family would be seen as fools! Dor! Nazhen thought of his eldest son and sighed deeply. “Family head, what about the Yellow Dragon?” Rock asked. “The family’s honor must not be tarnished!” Nazhen said slowly, staring in the direction the Yellow Dragon had left, his eyes flickering: “In five months, the Dark Forest Empire, the martial arts tournament!”

The martial arts competition to be held by the Dark Forest Empire in five months has now spread throughout the Hengyuan Continent. Although the invited guests have not been made public, he knows that the legendary High Priest of the Orc Empire’s Temple is among them. The legendary High Priest of the Orc Empire’s Temple, the current head of the Elan family—Nako! That is, his uncle. Moreover, he knows that his uncle Nako has just reached the peak of the Sacred Realm. When the Dark Forest Empire’s martial arts competition takes place and a master at the peak of the Sacred Realm from the Elan family appears, all the major forces on the Hengyuan Continent will surely be shocked! Huang Long, you will pay a painful price for what you did today! Nazhen thought to himself. Without mentioning that Nazhen had taken the people of the Elan family back to their family territory, after Huang Long left with Bog and Nat, Bog and Nat followed behind him, unable to calm down for a long time. They saw clearly from the Qunxian Pavilion the fierce battle between Huang Long and the three Mimic beasts. Those three Mimic beasts—and in the end, they went berserk and were all defeated by their master! They knew that after this battle, the Hengyuan Continent would be in turmoil once again. “Young master, the Holy Church probably won’t give up so easily!” Bog said worriedly after a long while. “Water can be blocked by earth; soldiers can be met with generals!” A cold glint appeared in Huang Long’s eyes. Once they returned from the ruins of the gods, they would settle accounts with this bird-man church! Nat remained silent, lost in thought. The journey continued peacefully. The Elan family of the Orc Empire sent no one to chase after them, and the Holy Church seemed to have calmed down as well—no signs of activity were seen. More than ten days later, after passing through the border of a small kingdom, Huang Long’s group continued northward for several hundred miles, reaching the entrance of a large canyon. The canyon was shrouded in mist, dozens of miles wide, with an unknown depth, and a sense of death emanated from it constantly. Seeing this canyon, Huang Long stopped in his tracks. “Young master, this is the Death Canyon,” Bog explained to him. The Death Canyon? Huang Long remembered it had been mentioned in the books from the Divine Wind Library. The Death Canyon was the birthplace of deadly creatures and also a place where necromancers who practiced necromancy lurked. Huang Long’s mind stirred, and he sent out his spiritual sense. After probing several hundred miles ahead, he encountered a force that repelled it. Huang Long let out an exclamation of surprise. He activated his Heavenly Vision, but after advancing several hundred miles, everything was still blurred and unclear. “Let’s go in and take a look,” Huang Long said. Then, he rode his Sky Blue Python Ox in first, with Bog and Nat closely following.