"Fuck, fuck..." Xia Qingyu cursed in fear, "Why the hell is it heading towards us?"
"Split up and run!" Misha yelled.
Both of them furiously whipped their six-legged horned horses, but being ordinary mounts, the closer the Mist Shadow Dragon got, the weaker they became, eventually collapsing to the ground.
Xia Qingyu managed to jump off his horse just in time, hurling himself forward.
Misha did the same, rolling and crawling away.
However, people were fleeing everywhere, and no matter which direction they ran, they ended up clustering together, attracting the Mist Shadow Dragon's attacks.
The dragon was fast and agile, not at all like a creature with a wingspan of over thirty meters.
It opened its mouth wide, gathering its Dragon Breath.
This single breath would cover an area more than two hundred meters across, and both Xia Qingyu and Misha were within range, unable to escape.
