175 First Kill of a Fatal-Risk (1)

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wind raged.

In the steep mountain range surrounded by clouds, a blue-black flying dragon with a wingspan of more than ten meters circled around the mountainside. From time to time, it would flap its wings and dive down, like blue lightning striking down from the sky.

Its head connected to its sinuous neck bit at the few figures that were agilely jumping like apes halfway up the mountain, but it always missed. Its mouth full of sharp teeth could only crush the mountain rocks with a bang.

The huge dragon rushed past with the wind. The few figures hurriedly grabbed onto the rocks tightly and lowered their heads to resist the subsequent wind pressure. Their clothes fluttered in the wind, but their bodies seemed to be embedded in the mountain wall and could never be blown down.

Cole watched as the flying dragon circled around and turned around to charge at the hunter team again. He shouted out,