Chapter 187 The Birth of the Poisonous Dragon

The next day, as the sky began to brighten, Chu Han and his two companions set off towards the Poison Dragon Pool.

The Poison Dragon Pool was located in the deepest part of the Poisonous Swamp. Along the way, not only was the miasma thick, but high-tier exotic beasts were also everywhere, making it impossible for ordinary Martial Artists to approach.

After three hours, they finally reached the outskirts of the Poison Dragon Pool.

Looking from afar, a dense black miasma hung over the valley like dark clouds, with faint human figures moving within it.

Chu Han released his Mental Energy to investigate and discovered that these people were members of the Hunting Association and a group from Wokou.

He signaled Xiao Ya and Uncle Fu to stop. The three of them hid in the distant miasma, observing the movements ahead through the haze.

They saw about fifty members of the Hunting Association, all Martial Artists of 6th rank or above, including three 7th Rank Grandmasters and one 8th-Rank Grandmaster, who was also the leader of the Hunting Association, Long Feng.

In addition, there was a group from Wokou in the team, whose strength was even more formidable, with a full five Grandmaster-level experts.

At the very front of the team stood three men wearing kimonos, with sinister faces, exuding the powerful aura of 8th-Rank Grandmasters.

The leader of the Wokou group had even reached the 8th Rank Mid-stage.

"Indeed, there are three 8th-Rank Grandmasters," Uncle Fu whispered, his eyes filled with gravity.

"Long Feng, the leader of the Hunting Association, is among them. It seems they have mobilized their entire force, determined to capture the Swamp Poison Dragon."

Xiao Ya's pretty face turned icy: "These Wokou people are truly bold, daring to bring so many experts into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains of our Dragon Summer Federation and attempting to hunt a top-tier exotic beast."

Chu Han's gaze was indifferent as he slowly said, "You two stay here and wait in a safe area several kilometers away. I will infiltrate their team to probe their true intentions."

"Mr. Chu, that's too dangerous! They have three 8th-Rank Grandmasters. If you are discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable," Xiao Ya hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Don't worry, my Mental Energy is sufficient to conceal my aura. I won't be discovered. Moreover, only by infiltrating them can we learn their true purpose in hunting the Swamp Poison Dragon," Chu Han said.

After speaking, Chu Han's figure flashed, moving stealthily towards the Hunting Association's team like a ghost.

He suppressed his Mental Energy to the extreme, blending his aura with the surrounding miasma, easily avoiding detection by the outer members of the Hunting Association.

As he approached the edge of the team, Chu Han focused his gaze on an isolated 6th-rank Martial Artist from the Hunting Association. His Mental Energy suddenly erupted, instantly imprisoning the Martial Artist's Sea of Consciousness.

Then, he used a Soul Imprint to control him.

Chu Han read some of the other's memories before rendering him unconscious.

Then, with a slight shift in his posture and some modifications, his aura and behavior instantly became similar to that of the Hunting Association member, allowing him to blend into the team.

Amidst the miasma and poisonous fog, no one noticed that a newcomer had infiltrated the team.

In the dense forest several kilometers away, Xiao Ya and Uncle Fu received Chu Han's message and retreated to a safer area further away, quietly waiting.

After infiltrating the team, Chu Han followed at the back of the crowd, discreetly observing the movements ahead.

At this moment, the team had already begun advancing into the interior of the Poison Dragon Pool. The moment they stepped into the black miasma, Chu Han felt a dense, potent poison assaulting his entire body.

To avoid exposing his identity, he took out one of Xiao Ya's pills and swallowed it.

The Medicinal Pill dissolved upon entering his mouth, and a cool sensation instantly spread throughout his body. The surrounding poison, as if encountering its nemesis, retreated and no longer affected him.

"The poison immunity pill Xiao Ya refined is indeed effective," Chu Han silently praised, saving himself some trouble.

The others in the team seemed unaffected by the poison, clearly having taken some poison-resisting drugs before entering the Poison Dragon Pool.

The environment inside the Poison Dragon Pool was far more perilous than imagined. The ground underfoot was muddy, dotted with bottomless pits of toxic liquid. A single misstep could lead to falling in and being instantly corroded.

The surrounding miasma was so dense it almost took on a tangible form, reducing visibility to less than three meters. Only the outlines of those ahead could be faintly seen.

Even after taking the pills, some people desperately circulated their Yuan Power to resist the invasion of the poison.

After about half an hour, the team finally reached the center of the Poison Dragon Pool.

Here was a vast pool of water, its surface an eerie purple-black color, covered with a thick layer of black foam, emitting suffocatingly toxic miasma.

However, surprisingly, there was no sign of the Swamp Poison Dragon in the water.

Chu Han frowned slightly and released his Mental Energy to probe deep into the pool. Even after probing several kilometers underwater, he still couldn't detect the Swamp Poison Dragon's aura, as if this Eighth-Tier Exotic Beast didn't exist in the Poison Dragon Pool at all.

"Boss, the Swamp Poison Dragon isn't in the pool. Could it have sensed our arrival in advance and fled?" a Grandmaster from the Hunting Association stepped forward and asked Long Feng.

Long Feng shook his head, his gaze turning to a Wokou man in a kimono beside him, and said solemnly, "Mr. Miyamoto, what do you think?"

The Wokou man addressed as Miyamoto was the leader among the three 8th-Rank Grandmasters. With a sinister smile, he said in stiff Chinese, "The Swamp Poison Dragon is inherently fierce and has a strong territorial instinct. It would never easily leave the Poison Dragon Pool. Its absence from the pool means it is hiding deep underground beneath the water and has concealed its aura."

Long Feng nodded: "Mr. Miyamoto is right."

Then, Miyamoto waved to the other two Wokou Great Grandmasters and said solemnly, "Begin!"

The two Wokou Great Grandmasters immediately stepped forward and took out five pitch-black Flags from their spatial equipment.

These five Flags were completely black, inscribed with eerie runes and emitting dense Death Qi, making people feel chilled to the bone, as if they were forged from countless vengeful spirits.

The two men held the Flags and quickly walked to five different positions around the Poison Dragon Pool, forcefully inserting the Flags into the muddy ground at the pool's edge.

The moment the Flags were inserted, the runes on them suddenly lit up, emitting a black light that resonated with the surrounding miasma.

Immediately after, Miyamoto and the two Wokou Great Grandmasters simultaneously formed hand seals. The light from the five Flags grew increasingly intense, and black Death Qi continuously emanated from them, converging into a black pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

"Hum!"

The black pillar of light exploded in the air, transforming into a massive black Formation that enveloped the entire Poison Dragon Pool.

As the Formation operated, it emitted a terrifying suction force, frantically extracting the potent poison and Death Qi from the Poison Dragon Pool and injecting them into the five Flags.

"Boom!"

The moment the Formation fully activated, the entire ground suddenly shook violently. The pool water began to churn wildly, with countless black foam bubbles bursting open.

A terrifying aura emanated from deep underground beneath the pool water, growing increasingly intense, carrying boundless fury and ferocity, as if an ancient beast was about to awaken.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar came from deep underground. The sound waves spread like a tangible force, dispersing the surrounding miasma. Many weaker members of the Hunting Association were directly knocked back, vomiting blood.

Chu Han stood as steady as Mount Tai, his Mental Energy firmly locked on the depths of the pool water, a trace of gravity flashing in his eyes.

This aura was far stronger than he had imagined, surpassing that of an ordinary 8th Rank Initial Stage exotic beast. It had likely reached the level of 8th Rank Mid-stage.