Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 90: Is that all?

"GURAHAHHAHAHAH!"

"BURAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

The laughter erupted like a violent storm, shaking the very air around Wei Long.

It started as a chuckle, a cruel and mocking sound, before growing into an overwhelming cacophony that reverberated across the dark sky.

Wei Long narrowed his reptilian eyes, his thick brow knitting together.

His tail twitched once, twice, but he did not speak. He simply watched.

The two mist-like figures above, their forms barely distinguishable, seemed amused beyond words. Their laughter was filled with contempt, mockery, and derision, as if they had just heard the most pathetic joke in the entire universe.

"Hahahaha! This—this thing still has the audacity to stand before us and say he will eat a pure one?"

"What an absolute joke!"

"This filthy impure one, still breathing, still thinking it holds some kind of worth!"

"Pathetic! Absolutely laughable!"

Their words dripped with venom, each syllable crushing and humiliating, as if they sought to break him down with sheer verbal assault alone.

"Do you not understand, little abomination? You are not our equal. You are not even our lesser."

"You are beneath notice! A stain on our bloodline, a failure of nature!"

"You, who still lingers in the pitiful Awakening Realm? What an insult to even call you a dragon!"

Wei Long's eyes glowed with an eerie light, but he remained silent. He did not react, did not lash out. He simply listened.

"While you rot in your stagnation, the one in the Abyssal Demon Continent—oh, that one is thriving."

Their tone shifted, from scornful to reverent.

"Ah, the true one. The pure one."

"The one whose blood remains untainted. The one who has already surpassed this lowly realm."

"That one has already stepped into the Initial Stage of Qi Adaptation Realm!"

"While you? Still crawling in the dirt."

Wei Long's claws dug into the ground.

He knew it. He had felt it.

His Territorial Innate Ability had been stagnating.

The moment he no longer had worthy opponents, his strength had stopped growing. He had fallen back to the Initial Stage of Awakening Realm.

But that other one—

The "pure one"—

Had already stepped ahead.

"And you dare speak as if you are its equal?"

"You, a thing that needs to rely on lesser beasts to grow stronger, while the true one commands them!"

"You, who struggles for scraps, while the true one is already ascending!"

"You, who had to drag others into the lower realm, while the true one was born superior!"

Wei Long's breathing was calm.

Controlled.

But deep within his golden eyes, a fire began to burn.

The misty figures continued their endless praises of the White Dragon in the Abyssal Demon Continent.

"It is magnificent. It is glorious."

"A being that even the abyss could not taint."

"It has already begun to build its throne among the abyssal beasts, taming them, bending them to its will!"

"Unlike this thing before us, who still scurries and hides, feeding off the scraps of lesser creatures!"

Wei Long let them talk.

Let them sing their endless praises.

Let them revel in their delusions.

And then—

The air changed.

A presence appeared in front of Wei Long.

A thing that reeked of death, corruption, and madness.

Wei Long slowly turned his head.

Standing before him was a fox.

Or at least, what was left of one.

Its body was almost skeletal, its fur nothing more than patches of matted decay. Its eyes burned with an eerie, soulless light, and its very existence reeked of demonic Dao essence.

The land around it withered.

The air became heavy, suffocating.

The mist-like figures above laughed once more.

"Look at this."

"A true test for an impure one."

"We wonder, can you even survive?"

They sneered.

"We bet you will die here."

And then—

They bestowed something upon the skeletal fox.

A dark light descended from the heavens, wrapping around the abomination, seeping into its very bones.

The fox twitched.

Then shook.

Then—

Its aura exploded.

A howl of pure corruption tore through the air.

Demonic Dao Essence surged like a tidal wave, flooding the land, corrupting everything in its path.

The earth beneath Wei Long's feet cracked.

The trees withered.

The sky darkened.

The fox's lifeless eyes locked onto Wei Long.

The misty figures above grinned.

"Oh, what fun."

"Now, let us see—"

"How long will the impure one last?"

And with that—

The skeletal fox attacked.

It was a blur of decayed fur and corrupting essence, its fangs dripping with pure malice.

Wei Long braced himself from incoming foe.

And then—

Impact.

A bone-crushing force slammed into his chest, sending a shockwave through his entire body.

Wei Long's vision blurred.

His claws dug into the cracked earth, his massive dinosaur form skidding back. The ground beneath him split apart, his tail whipping through the air as he tried to steady himself.

But before he could react—

The fox was already there.

BAM!

A sharp, clawed paw smashed into his ribs.

Wei Long felt the bones crack.

Pain exploded through his side.

CRACK!

Another strike.

A devastating tail-whip smashed into his back, sending him hurtling through the air like a broken doll.

His body crashed into a jagged boulder, shattering it into rubble.

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Dust and debris clouded the air.

Wei Long's vision spun.

His chest heaved.

His scales were cracked.

Dark bruises formed instantly.

And yet—

He did not fall.

He stood.

Slowly.

Steadily.

Pain roared through his body, but he ignored it.

His breathing was deep, controlled.

His golden eyes burned.

The skeletal fox snarled, its body flickering like a specter of death. Its demonic aura grew wilder, stronger, fiercer.

It lunged again.

And again—

It struck.

BAM!

A paw slammed into Wei Long's jaw.

CRACK!

A kick sent him flying.

THUD!

His body hit the ground violently.

And still—

He rose.

The misty figures above, their faces distorted in amusement, laughed once more.

"Look at this!"

"Struggling."

"Pathetic."

"Impure and foolish."

"Even now, you refuse to fall? For what? You are nothing but a waste of scales and blood!"

"A disgrace to the heavens."

"A failure of nature."

"A mistake that should have been erased the moment it was born!"

Wei Long ignored them.

The fox struck again.

And again.

And again.

Each blow was vicious, merciless, devastating.

Wei Long's body was battered.

Bruised.

Torn.

But he did not yield.

He did not collapse.

He stood.

Tall.

Unyielding.

The misty figures grew agitated.

"Why?"

"Why does he not fall?"

"Why does he still stand?"

"Why does he not break?"

Wei Long smirked.

A drop of his own blood dripped from his jaw.

His eyes locked onto the fox.

And then—

SLAP!

The skeletal fox's head jerked violently to the side.

Wei Long had barely moved, yet his clawed hand had connected.

A sharp, crisp sound echoed through the battlefield.

The fox staggered.

Wei Long's smirk widened.

"Is that all?"

The fox growled.

It charged.

Wei Long stood still.

The fox clawed.

Wei Long did not flinch.

The fox bit.

Wei Long laughed.

"This is it?"

"This is the power of your so-called superior creation?"

The misty figures froze.

The fox attacked wildly, desperately, frantically.

Wei Long let it.

"Pathetic."

The skeletal fox howled.

Wei Long tilted his head.

And then—

SLAP!

The fox was sent flying.

Its body tumbled through the air, before crashing onto the ground with a heavy thud.

Wei Long stepped forward.

His golden eyes glowed.

He grinned.

"I repeat, is that all the two of you got?"