Chapter 388 – Demon-Sealing Stele (2/2)

“Strange,” Lin Xi muttered to himself.

“What's the matter?” Lei Ao turned and asked.

“The Blood Curse Evil Dragon should be more than just this. Looking at it now, if we dare to make a gamble, we should be able to kill it,” Lin Xi said.

“Maybe something’s happened?” Iron Eagle also realized.

“Look! What's on its back?” a deputy marshal called out.

On the Blood Curse Evil Dragon’s back was a black object up to ten thousand feet high, firmly occupying the place like an ancient, evil mountain. This black object was cuboid-shaped, covered in dark clouds so it couldn’t be seen clearly. However, the random drifting of the dark clouds revealed a word that seemed to be ‘Seal.’

“Could that be… the Demon-Sealing Stele?” Iron Eagle suddenly exclaimed.

“Demon-Sealing Stele?” Fatty looked up at once but only saw dark clouds, he couldn’t see the word at all.

“You lot also know of the Demon-Sealing Stele?” The Blood Curse Evil Dragon stopped attacking at this.

“It's really it!” Fatty couldn’t hide his excitement. The Heavenly Hound had actually tricked him that the stele had ended up with the Dragon race, apparently trying to send him to his death.

“How is this stele with you?” Fatty pressed down his excitement and asked in a solemn tone.

“How would I know?” At the mention of the stele, the Blood Curse Evil Dragon seemed to be suffering some unspeakable injustice. “I was inside my secluded space, when suddenly one day, the space was torn open. I was about to rush out when a thing was thrown on my back and almost broke my bones and tendons. If it hadn’t been for my powerful strength, I woulda been killed by this thing. It fell on my back and took root there. I couldn't get it off and have to carry it everywhere. If you get it off me, I'll spare your lives.”

“Thrown?” Fatty and the experts exchanged glances and tacitly understood. When the Demon race had robbed the stele at the beginning but had no way to destroy it, they must have thrown it into another space, and this unlucky Blood Curse Evil Dragon happened to be in its path.

“I can help you get it off, but you have to let my friends go first,” Fatty said after a deep breath.

“Help me get it off first, and I'll let you lot go,” the Blood Curse Evil Dragon cunningly replied.

“That won’t work, what if you go back on our agreement? We are no match for you.” Fatty resolutely refused to back down.

“What if you can't get it down?” The Blood Curse Evil Dragon's concern wasn’t unreasonable.

“I know what you want. I'll take you to a place where there’s plenty of fresh flesh and blood, you can eat as much as you like.” Fatty made up his mind to take the dragon to Nonatail City. If it weren’t for the distance, he would have loved to take it to the imperial city of the Sun Dynasty.

After bargaining, the Blood Curse Evil Dragon finally agreed to go to the place where Fatty said to have lots of fresh flesh and blood. Letting Reck take charge of Sky City, Fatty flew onto the dragon's back. The Blood Curse Evil Dragon was made entirely of bones, but it was covered in sticky and slippery blood as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time.

“So this is the Demon-Sealing Stele, the most important thing in the Elemental Secret Realm.” Fatty approached the stele. The dark clouds automatically rolled out of his way to make a path.

Under the stele, Fatty was like an ant beside an elephant. He reached out and gently stroked it, and the stele suddenly shook as if it had finally met its master.

Looking closely, the Demon-Sealing Stele was covered in blood, and under the blood were various pictures of a towering mountain that rose into the clouds, suppressing many strong experts under it. These strong experts included demons, monsters, and even humans.

“Lad, can you really get it off?” Feeling the stele which had never once been successfully removed no matter how hard it tried now actually shaking, the Blood Curse Evil Dragon was full of hope. The Demon-Sealing Stele was no plaything, it suppressed the dragon’s power to half of the normal amount. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Iron Eagle and the other experts had too much to worry about, no one could be sure if the dragon would still be alive right now.

The Blood Curse Magic Dragon was extremely fast, it arrived at Nonatail City in a blink of an eye. Seeing the huge figure suddenly appearing above, the nine-tailed fox was thunderstruck. How the hell did this fellow come here?

Arriving at Nonatail City, Fatty took a deep breath. The Elemental Skill Book flew out in a five-color light, and at the center of the light, a fist-sized hole slowly emerged.

The moment the hole appeared, the Demon-Sealing Stele buzzed violently, then shrank to the size of a palm before flying directly into the hole – the entrance of the Elemental Mystery Realm – and settled down inside.

The dark clouds around the stele dispersed, replaced by a five-color halo. Gradually, the Elemental Mystery Realm began to change.

“Lad, not bad, you did a good job.” Feeling the stele disappear, the Blood Curse Evil Dragon faced the sky and issued a loud roar, then snapped its jaws towards Fatty.