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Chapter 78

The battle between the Golden Crocodile King, the One-Horned Thorn Dragon, and the Mighty Ape ended quickly, and the Mighty Ape was eventually defeated and fled in panic.

Originally, Yang Ping'an was planning to leave, but when he saw the longing eyes of the Purple Gold Mastiff, he felt melancholy in his heart. This one-horned thorn dragon might not be able to become his soul ring, but the Purple Gold Mastiff seemed to be very interested in his flesh and blood, and looked like a pure foodie.

Yang Ping'an made a careful assessment and felt that his current strength was completely inadequate to defeat this unicorn thorn dragon. It could even be said that his hope was extremely slim.

However, Yang Ping'an did not intend to give up this unicorn thorn dragon easily. Instead, he secretly observed it for a while. However, the more in-depth and detailed his observation, the more desperate he felt.

In the end, Yang Ping'an had no choice but to give up and start looking for other soul beasts.

However, during the time that Yang Ping'an had been secretly following the One-Horned Thorn Dragon, he had become more familiar with the surrounding environment, especially after finding a relatively long stream where many soul beasts drank water.

Yang Ping'an secretly hid around the stream to see if there were any good soul beasts. After all, neither humans nor soul beasts can live without water, and there are often unexpected gains next to the water source.

I observed beside the stream for ten consecutive days, and indeed encountered many very good soul beasts, and even two dragon soul beasts, but they were either too old or had attributes that did not match my expectations, and they were too difficult to hunt.

That afternoon, when the one-horned thorn dragon came to the stream to drink water again, Yang Ping'an always felt that there seemed to be some special changes in the water, as if there was a fluctuation of soul power. Unfortunately, even the Purple Gold Mastiff could not smell it in the water.

But for some reason, both Yang Ping'an and the Purple Gold Mastiff suddenly felt a sense of panic in their hearts, as if there was something terrifying around them, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Before Yang Ping'an could take any action, at this moment, the originally domineering unicorn thorn dragon suddenly let out a sharp roar, and the roar seemed to be filled with endless misery. The original huge dragon head seemed to be bitten by something, and the bite position was very accurate, it was actually the neck of the unicorn thorn dragon.

Yang Ping'an forced himself to take a closer look and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. At this time, the unicorn thorn dragon was actually fighting with a huge golden crocodile.

Although the crocodile's body was a little shorter than that of the unicorn thorn dragon, it was still nine meters long. Its eyes seemed to be filled with coldness, and its huge mouth was full of sharp teeth. Its body was covered with thick scales, which was completely different from ordinary crocodiles. Ordinary crocodiles had large scales on their exterior, but this golden crocodile had all the scales very densely packed, like a whole, and exuding a golden luster.

"Golden Crocodile King, I didn't expect to find the Golden Crocodile King here. It seems that I am lucky."

Yang Ping'an carefully observed the golden crocodile king. His whole body seemed to be full of strength, and the bite force of his huge mouth was even more terrifying. Even the one-horned thorn dragon with a strong defense had a deep wound on its neck, and the blood almost dyed the entire stream.

This golden crocodile king is estimated to be only about 9,000 years old, but definitely less than 10,000 years old. Although it has the advantage of a sneak attack, the One-Horned Thorn Dragon is still at a disadvantage even if it fights back desperately.

Yang Ping'an's mind was extremely active at this moment. This golden crocodile king was definitely the most suitable soul beast for him at this stage, without a doubt. However, even with his own strength, he could not defeat this golden crocodile king.

And judging from the situation, this golden crocodile king obviously wants to treat the one-horned thorn dragon as prey. He dares to attack even when facing a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast. He is worthy of being the most cold-blooded jungle hunter.

Seeing that the One-horned Thorn Dragon had escaped from the creek but was gradually becoming a little weak, Yang Ping'an understood that this was the most critical moment and he had to make up his mind as much as possible. Otherwise, if he allowed the Golden Crocodile King to kill him, it would be difficult to find him again in the future.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an became extremely nervous, and his whole body was even shaking with nervousness. He only had a split second of chance this time.

As the fight between the two sides became more and more intense, the one-horned thorn dragon became more and more ferocious, and it looked like it was about to counterattack before death.

However, facing the Golden Crocodile King, it is obvious that there is an essential gap between the two sides in terms of strength and defense. The Golden Crocodile King's giant claws are obviously extremely powerful, and its giant mouth is even more terrifying. Even the power of its tail is stronger than that of the One-Horned Thorn Dragon.

As the battle continued, the One-Horned Thorn Dragon's breath became weaker and weaker, and its body was covered in blood, but the Golden Crocodile King's attacks did not relent at all, and his eyes seemed to become even more cold and ruthless.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an suddenly jumped up, and a huge steel net pounced directly on the two soul beasts, as if he wanted to catch them at the same time. At the same time, a huge iron crossbow shot out an iron arrow, aiming directly at the Golden Crocodile King.

Because Yang Ping'an appeared extremely suddenly, it could be said that he acted while the two soul beasts were concentrating on fighting, so that the two soul beasts were directly wrapped up by the steel net before they could react.

But even so, these two soul beasts have the strength of ten thousand year soul beasts, and the steel net can only trap these two soul beasts for a very short time.

However, if they had only trapped one soul beast, they would have been able to escape in less than a minute. But now they were trapped with two soul beasts that were biting each other, and they had bloodshot eyes. In their minds, the first thing to do was to get rid of the enemy who wanted to kill them.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ping'an threw out several steel nets again. Before they could tear the first steel net, several more steel nets immediately surrounded them.

As five steel nets fell, Yang Ping'an's soul power flashed again, and a huge crossbow suddenly appeared in front of him. This crossbow was specially built by Yang Ping'an for hunting soul beasts. It was three meters long and two meters wide.

The crossbow arrow was even more terrifying. It was three meters long and three centimeters in diameter. It was made entirely of fine iron, and the tip of the arrow was coated with a deadly poison. Even with Yang Ping'an's strength, he was unable to pull the iron bowstring of the crossbow. He had to use a winch.

As the trigger was pulled, a huge iron arrow shot out from the crossbow and went straight to the eyes of the Golden Crocodile King. This was definitely comparable to a blow from the Soul Emperor.

With a scream, the iron arrow directly pierced one of the eyes of the Golden Crocodile King. The Golden Crocodile King felt pain and his whole body seemed to be shaking desperately. Both his tail and four claws were struggling desperately, and several steel nets were quickly torn like rags.

(End of this chapter)