Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 344

Instantly, Rocky discerned the Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf trailed after him as tempest chased flame for its child. Once he gave the little Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf back to it, he would be fine. However, when he was about to throw the little Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf back to its mother, the four-star Four-wing Lame Dragon at the fourth grade, which had been shot down before in a blink flew from a boulder on the other side and blocked Rocky's way. It shuddered its sturdy body vehemently, then dozens of silver threads shot together towards Rocky.

His heart startled when he saw the dozens of menacing silver threads. Instantaneously, he got a weird sense from them. If he weren't able to evade them like the plague, he would be doomed. For that reason, he waved the Frozen Wind Dagger in his hand quickly to burst out several rays of the spiritual light. Meanwhile, he spared no effort to dodge the silver threads.

Boom!

A fulminate noise burst out when the spiritual light shattered with the silver threads. While there were still a few silver threads continuously running towards Rocky, in a blink of an eye, they were swift enough to arrive before him.

At that point, fretted about the security of its child, the Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf suddenly shot an Ice Beam Ball, which accurately exploded before Rocky and flung the silver threads away. Again, Rocky, without precaution, was shredded off as well. Unfortunately, he fell heavily on the ground.

"Damn it!" Rocky howled like a distressed infant for one affectionate look, one gentle, loving word for his pain. Thanks to the protection of the spiritual power at the ninth grade of the Earthly Stage, he suffered no more than a fall.

However, before Rocky could get up, the four-star Four-wing Lame Dragon at the third grade snapped the slightest chance available and flew over to him, where other dozens of silver thread were released.

After having a hunch that things were getting pretty hot, Rocky hurried like a torrent through a strait to roll on the ground.

Puff!

Several silver threads missed him and fell on the ground behind him, inserting into the ground as deep as three inches.

Instantly within a blink of an eye, the Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf hopped up in a trice as the cold air around its body surged. In a second, the rest of the silver threads were frozen so that Rocky was saved.

However, before Rocky could sigh relief, the Four-wing Lame Dragon pounced on him like a kite on a chick once again. Its mouth with pliers intended to bite the little Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf in his arms.

"When can it halt..." Rocky sighed in powerlessness and flurried as a fish landed on a grassy bank with a pointed hook through its gills as he glanced around. He found on the left side behind him was a slop that was overgrown with weeds and trees. Without re-evaluating, he dashed like moon-ray flashes through the drifting snow in the direction of the slope carrying the little Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf.

Then he curled up himself and spun down the slope.

When the Four-wing Lame Dragon arrived at the edge of the slope, it recognized that Rocky had disappeared among the bushes down the slope without any trace. Thus, it broke out a rumbling roar in an indignation like an enraged panther.

Before long, a wounded and devastated figure emerged from a bush and peeped right and left. He uttered a whiff of relief after he was sanguine that there was no peril around. He looked back and peered the trembling Ghostly Ice Fox-wolf and the two Four-wing Lame Dragons on the slope. His eyes were apprehensive. He was still in a state of shock. Ridged as a board, he was unable to fathom what had just occurred.

With one dumb move in the battle just now, he would have shuffled off the mortal coil. He appeared to be lucky as a rabbit foot this time.