Chapter 150: Pseudo-Angel

"This... this is simply too exaggerated!" Although Zhou Tian knew that the Chaos Clock, as a supreme primordial treasure, would possess formidable might, he was still startled when he truly witnessed the destruction caused by its attack.

This was no longer a question of whether the power was strong or not. While the sonic attack of the Chaos Clock was astonishingly destructive, the manner of the assault was extraordinarily bizarre. As the wielder of the Chaos Clock, Zhou Tian himself was unclear about how the artifact launched its attacks, so those unfortunate creatures struck by it naturally had even less way of knowing how they had died.

With lingering fear, Zhou Tian glanced at the Chaos Clock and did not dare to say anything further. After carefully putting away the artifact, he proceeded forward into the territory.

Earlier, the attack of the Chaos Clock had caused massive destruction, but because Zhou Tian had launched the assault from the outer perimeter, although the territory suffered heavy losses, the damaged area amounted to no more than roughly thirty percent. As Zhou Tian stowed away the Chaos Clock and continued onward, the enemy had already made their counter-measures.

The attack of the Chaos Clock had indeed terrified the dark professionals within that territory, but due to its bizarre nature, those people found it somewhat hard to believe what they were seeing. Ultimately, under such circumstances, the Chaos Clock failed to achieve any significant deterrent effect. Once the attack ceased, instead of being scared away by Zhou Tian's assault, the professionals in that territory were driven by panic into a frenzy, charging madly toward him.

Fear can drive people to madness just as easily as it can paralyze them with terror. Perhaps for the residents of the Black Blood Plateau, the word "fear" had long since been forgotten. Realizing that Zhou Tian had caused such massive destruction in so short a time, the dark professionals did not think of how to escape; instead, they resolved not to let Zhou Tian have a second opportunity to unleash that kind of attack. Uttering terrified growls, they directly rushed toward his location.

Their reaction was swift, and their actions were not entirely wrong. Because Zhou Tian had just used the Chaos Clock, his internal primordial demon Qi had been almost completely exhausted. Under such circumstances, had those people managed to reach him, dealing with their attacks would truly have been no easy task for Zhou Tian.

Unfortunately, while their movements were entirely correct, they were simply too slow.

Initially, because the terrifying might of the Chaos Clock's attack had not fully registered, those people had wasted a vast amount of time caught in a daze over the bizarre spectacle. Now that they had reacted and wanted to deal with Zhou Tian, it was already too late. At this moment, even if Zhou Tian's state was not fully recovered, he was no longer someone they could easily manipulate.

Having had that previous experience, Zhou Tian was well aware of the terrifying nature of the Chaos Clock, and he no longer even entertained the thought of using it. No matter how great its power might be, without sufficient cultivation to support the use of such a terrifying magical treasure, Zhou Tian—for the sake of his own life—decided to use it sparingly in the future.

Casually summoning the Heaven-Earth Stamp, Zhou Tian glanced at the people charging toward him and hurled the seal forward.

Given his current strength, although Zhou Tian still could not bring out the full might of the Heaven-Earth Stamp, dealing with a few mediocre dark professionals posed absolutely no pressure.

Drawing upon a casual amount of demon Qi to activate the Heaven-Earth Stamp, under Zhou Tian's control, the seal morphed into a colossal entity, descending directly from above to smash into the group of dark professionals charging at his vanguard.

Those dark professionals lacked the strength of the snake-people; facing the assault of the Heaven-Earth Stamp, they possessed virtually no defensive capability. Issuing nothing more than a series of startled cries, they were all crushed into piles of meat paste beneath the seal's onslaught.

Yet Zhou Tian's display failed to frighten the remaining dark professionals into retreat. Or rather, for the dark professionals of the Black Blood Plateau, once they entered a battle, they were unlikely to be swayed by external factors. Now that they had made up their minds to fight Zhou Tian, no matter how terrifying the strength he exhibited might be, not a single one of them would show any sign of shrinking back.

Thus, even after Zhou Tian unleashed the Heaven-Earth Stamp and slaughtered a great number of them in a single, sweeping blow, the dark professionals advanced rather than retreated, surging toward him with even greater speed.

Frowning slightly, Zhou Tian saw this situation and felt his previously relaxed heart tighten once more.

By his current strength, he was not boasting—those few dark professionals were completely unqualified to contend with him. However, as before, Zhou Tian's greatest offensive power was manifested through his magical treasures. Yet his treasures were all top-tier luxury items; while their destructive power was extraordinary, the sheer energy consumption made it impossible for him to sustain a prolonged fight against a massive horde of enemies.

Still, Zhou Tian's current strength was no longer what it used to be. Facing the attacks of those dark professionals, while he might find them troublesome, dealing with them was far from impossible.

If his magical treasures could not be sustained for long, he simply wouldn't use them.

Zhou Tian could see very clearly that his base physical strength had now surpassed the Saint Realm. Although he had not yet reached the level of a demigod, those dark professionals were entirely incapable of matching him. Moreover, the most crucial point was that Zhou Tian possessed numerous large-area killing methods that did not require excessive energy consumption—making them truly appropriate for dealing with these dark professionals right now.

With this thought in mind, Zhou Tian directly recalled the Heaven-Earth Stamp. Glancing at the dark professionals whose faces had broken into expressions of delight, he let out a cold laugh, shook his body, and transformed into a gigantic flood dragon.

This flood dragon of Zhou Tian's was entirely different from ordinary ones. As a special existence caught midway between a dragon and a snake, a flood dragon's lineage and strength could generally be discerned from its physical appearance.

A mouth like a horse, eyes like a crab, whiskers like a sheep, horns like a deer, ears like a cow, a mane like a lion, scales like a carp, a body like a snake, and claws like an eagle. The more closely a flood dragon resembled a true dragon, the closer it was to transforming into one, and naturally, the stronger its power would be.

However, this situation was somewhat different in Zhou Tian's case.

Because he possessed the bloodline of a divine dragon and had cultivated the *True Dragon Secret Scripture*, even though he had only just transformed into a flood dragon, his appearance already infinitely resembled that of a true dragon. Aside from lacking claws, his flood dragon body was identical to a true dragon. Although this manifestation stemmed from his bloodline rather than his raw cultivation realm, the fact that he could transform into such a shape was enough to demonstrate his extraordinary nature.

"Roar!"

Having just revealed his true form, Zhou Tian let out a ferocious roar at the dark professionals and launched his attack without wasting any words.

He no longer needed to engage in close-quarters physical combat like before. When Zhou Tian was still a snake, such behavior had been a matter of necessity—after all, aside from a bit of venom, a snake's only means of subduing enemies relied purely on brute physical strength.

Things were different now. Even if he was still only a flood dragon, as a demonic species infinitely close to a dragon, his offensive methods were naturally no longer as impoverished as before.

Taking a deep breath, as the dark professionals rushed toward him, Zhou Tian exhaled the air stored within his belly.

The effect of this single breath was extraordinary.

Early on, Zhou Tian had acquired a very special innate talent: 'Extreme Venom'. Previously, when he was a snake, that talent naturally augmented his snake venom. While formidable, Zhou Tian rarely found a practical use for it because snake venom was difficult to deliver onto opponents; despite its high lethality, he essentially never relied on it to kill enemies.

Now that Zhou Tian had transformed into a flood dragon, the 'Extreme Venom' talent naturally shifted its enhancement from snake venom to flood dragon venom.

Flood dragon venom differed vastly from snake venom. Aside from possessing far stronger toxicity, the greatest distinction was that snake venom required physical delivery methods—biting, touching, or spitting—to affect an enemy. Flood dragon venom, however, could be vaporized into a gaseous state and transmitted directly into the bodies of his foes through their respiration.

When Zhou Tian exhaled that breath, the resulting effect was immensely powerful.

His flood dragon venom was already devastatingly lethal on its own, and with the added boost of his innate talent, the moment those dark professionals inhaled the exhaled gas, its toxic destruction manifested instantly.

Nearly ninety percent of the dark professionals, having inadvertently breathed in the venomous gas expelled by Zhou Tian, clutched their throats and collapsed to the ground. In a single stroke, nearly all the dark professionals before him were wiped out—a lethality that did not fall short of the Heaven-Earth Stamp by even the slightest margin.

Of course, compared to the Heaven-Earth Stamp, Zhou Tian's flood dragon venom did have distinct limitations. For instance, while an ordinary living being could easily be wiped out by a single breath, the dark professionals happened to include many special existences. There were undead entities like liches, or variant beings like vampires who possessed strong resistance to toxins. Against such opponents, while Zhou Tian's venom was not entirely ineffective, wiping them out with a single breath was an absolute impossibility.

Yet these matters now appeared largely inconsequential; with that single breath, Zhou Tian had already eliminated the vast majority of the dark professionals. With the enemy numbers drastically reduced, those remaining posed no significant threat to him.

Just as a group of necromancers were controlling a handful of undead creatures, preparing to launch an attack alongside their remaining comrades, Zhou Tian summoned the Heaven-Earth Stamp once more and smashed all those opponents into paste with a single blow.

In the end, though Zhou Tian had consumed a fair amount of demon Qi, he had successfully annihilated every opponent he encountered. Now, all that remained was to find the group of snake-people supposedly hidden within this territory and eliminate them, thereby completing the primary objective of his trip to the Black Blood Plateau.

However, when Zhou Tian truly began searching the interior of the territory, he was astonished to discover that the group of snake-people was simply not present within this domain.

Because Zhou Tian had employed specialized methods for interrogation, he harbored no doubts about the accuracy of the information he had extracted. Yet, facing this reality, he found it somewhat difficult to accept.

If not for those snake-people, Zhou Tian could not fathom why the dark professionals of this territory had attacked him in the first place. Harboring this lingering doubt, he headed toward the location of the lord's manor.

Zhou Tian found it hard to imagine that he had been causing a ruckus in their territory for so long, yet the lord of this domain had managed to endure it all this way. Such patience truly baffled Zhou Tian regarding how the opponent processed problems.

Moreover, what felt even more bizarre to Zhou Tian was the information he had gathered indicating that the lord of this territory had not stepped out of his manor for a very long time. No matter what issues arose, he issued commands to control his subordinates entirely through messengers. Had the dark professionals entering and exiting the manor not appeared completely normal, the residents of this territory would likely have suspected that their lord had long since perished.

A large number of commoners needed to be sent into his residence every day, yet not a single one of those sent inside ever emerged alive. From every perspective, Zhou Tian sensed that the lord of this territory was concealing something from his subordinates.

Then again, Zhou Tian was not one of those dark professionals; what kind of person the territory's lord was had nothing to do with him. Zhou Tian had come to this domain to tear the place apart. Regardless of what kind of character the lord was, Zhou Tian only needed to demolish his forces, leaving all other considerations aside.

Why did the territory's lord deliberately target him?

Zhou Tian still cared somewhat about this question. Holding onto that thought, he did not immediately intend to kill the opponent on sight. Instead, pushing open the heavy doors, he walked on foot into the building inhabited by the lord.

The interior of the lord's manor felt completely jarring compared to the outside. Outside, it was clearly a scorching midsummer day, and without a certain level of strength, anyone under such weather would naturally feel oppressed by the heat. Inside the lord's manor, however, the situation was the exact opposite: not only was the interior heavily damp, but upon entering the rooms, Zhou Tian felt an eerie, biting chill radiating from deep within the building—as if the manor had been equipped with air conditioning.

"So cold!"

Surprised by the condition of the manor, Zhou Tian said nothing further. He tightened the clothes he had just changed into and stepped directly inside.

Thus, as Zhou Tian ventured deeper into the manor and circled around the rooms a few times, he was astonished to discover that this lord's residence was fundamentally uninhabited.

"What is going on here?" Zhou Tian grew perplexed. Earlier, through special interrogation methods, he had learned from the residents that while this territory's lord rarely managed affairs directly, his subordinates had frequently seen him when entering and exiting the manor. Logically speaking, the lord should have been right here inside the residence; how could he suddenly vanish without a trace?

"Could he have fled?"

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Zhou Tian shook his head and dismissed it. While he admitted that if he were in the lord's shoes and suddenly faced an unstoppable enemy, he would indeed likely choose to flee. But aside from the fact that this was the Black Blood Plateau—where people rarely fled from combat—his observations revealed that the manor had not been occupied for a long time. This indicated that the inhabitants had not fled; rather, the place had simply been vacant all along.

Yet that made the situation even stranger. Zhou Tian had obtained that information through specialized interrogation methods. If the lord's manor had truly remained uninhabited for so long, why had the local residents previously witnessed people coming and going from it?

Filled with doubt, and sensing that the lord's manor felt genuinely ominous, Zhou Tian thought it over and ultimately decided he could not simply let the matter rest.

Emerging from the manor, Zhou Tian casually retrieved the Heaven-Earth Stamp, tossed it into the air, and brought it crashing down upon the building.

"Boom!"

With a single strike from Zhou Tian, no one stepped forward to stop him. As the Heaven-Earth Stamp descended, the lord's manor was directly pulverized into a pile of ruins under his assault.

However, destroying the manor with the Heaven-Earth Stamp yielded an unexpected harvest for Zhou Tian.

The interior of the manor had been far too cold compared to the outside. Initially, Zhou Tian assumed some yin-aligned entity within the manor was altering the temperature. Only after destroying the building did he discover the true reason for the extreme chill.

It was not caused by any yin-aligned entity at all. After much investigation, he realized the temperature was so low because buried directly beneath the lord's manor was a large-scale magic array continuously absorbing ambient heat. While the manor still stood, the array absorbed only the heat from within the building itself; but once Zhou Tian destroyed the structure, the array began draining the warmth from the outside world.

Was it merely absorbing ambient heat?

Zhou Tian clearly did not believe that the magic array's function was so simple. For someone to go to such great lengths—even using a lord's manor as a cover—Zhou Tian refused to believe the array existed solely for air conditioning.

Not knowing what the magic array was truly about, Zhou Tian decided to simply destroy it.

Regardless of the opponent's purpose in constructing this array, destroying it would make achieving that purpose impossible. Having made up his mind, Zhou Tian wasted no words; he raised the Heaven-Earth Stamp once more and smashed it directly onto the array.

The final result held no surprises. As the seal descended, the magic array was predictably shattered. Yet, once the array was destroyed, it revealed something hidden beneath that Zhou Tian could not see before—and the sight of it made his expression change.

A person was sitting cross-legged beneath the magic array!

Though he had never actually met the individual, based on the attire, Zhou Tian was ninety percent certain that this person was the very lord he had been asking about.

Yet, for reasons unknown, this lord had inexplicably ordered his subordinates to attack Zhou Tian and had remained hiding in this place without showing his face while his territory was being torn apart. Even more absurdly, the lord's current appearance was exceptionally ghastly; Zhou Tian estimated that even a terminal patient looked far healthier than the figure before him.

His face was completely drained of color, and the lord laid out before Zhou Tian looked as though he had barely a few drops of blood left in his entire body. Not only was his skin a pale, deathly white, but his face also bore a grayish, ashen hue. Coupled with a skeleton-like physique that looked as though all his flesh and blood had been sucked dry, his appearance was as miserable as one could imagine.

"I... ugh!"

Upon seeing Zhou Tian, the lord seemed as though he wanted to say something. However, when he opened his mouth, no words came out; instead, he began dry-heaving violently on the spot.

Witnessing this, Zhou Tian felt a twinge of reluctance to attack him. After all, judging by his appearance, the fellow did not have long to live anyway; Zhou Tian truly found it hard to harden his heart against such a disabled, dying wretch.

Yet, the subsequent events quickly dispelled Zhou Tian's previous hesitation.

Just as Zhou Tian was considering whether to spare the man, the lord—after dry-heaving for a long while—actually coughed up a series of massive eggs.

It was an entirely unscientific spectacle: a man standing barely one meter seventy-eight in height was spitting out over a hundred giant eggs, each measuring at least a meter in diameter.

Even though this was a magical world, Zhou Tian found it utterly incomprehensible. No matter how small the lord's physical volume was, even by forcibly cramping them inside, stuffing so many giant eggs into his body should have been physically impossible! Yet he was vomiting them out one after another, enough eggs to burst him apart several times over. This bizarre display stunned Zhou Tian, who was watching it with his own eyes.

Zhou Tian had plenty of questions he wanted to ask the lord, but the moment he finished expelling all the eggs from his belly, the lord directly breathed his last breath, leaving Zhou Tian with his mouth half-open, too late to ask even a single question.

Seeing this turn of events, Zhou Tian prepared to step forward and harvest the man's soul. He believed that even in death, as long as he extracted the soul, he could still interrogate it later to obtain the information he desired.

However, when Zhou Tian truly walked up to the lord's side and produced a soul-detention orb, he was astonished to discover that not only had the lord's flesh, blood, and cultivation been sucked dry by 'someone', but even his soul had not been spared. When Zhou Tian attempted to capture the soul with the orb, he found that it had long since dissipated at the moment of death.

Recalling the lord's miserable state, Zhou Tian naturally shifted his attention to the giant eggs.

Pondering the lord's tragic end, Zhou Tian could think of no other culprit besides these giant eggs. Judging by the bizarre manner of their emergence and the timing of the lord's death, Zhou Tian had every reason to suspect that the lord had been reduced to such a state because his life force and essence had been completely sucked dry by these eggs.

"I must destroy every single one of these giant eggs!"

The moment this suspicion took root in his mind, Zhou Tian immediately resolved to obliterate the eggs.

He had no idea what these giant eggs actually were, but their eerie birth process filled him with profound wariness. Under such circumstances, he naturally hoped to eliminate them at the earliest opportunity.

Unfortunately, by the time Zhou Tian formed this intention, attempting to carry it out was already too late.

"Crack~"

Before Zhou Tian could take any action against the giant eggs, they began splitting open of their own accord. Within moments, the towering eggs that had been neatly arrayed around the chamber split apart one after another.

"Chirp~ Roar~ Woof..."

Accompanied by the fracturing of the shells, a cacophony of chaotic noises echoed. Turning his head, Zhou Tian beheld a chilling sight.

Crawl out from the interior of the shattered eggs were dozens of monstrous birds that Zhou Tian found intimately familiar. After clamoring noisily for a moment, they seemed to notice Zhou Tian, and with a sudden surge, they rushed straight toward him.

Seeing this, Zhou Tian's face darkened instantly.

He truly had not expected to encounter those monstrous birds within this territory, and through the preceding chain of events, he finally understood how these creatures reproduced. While internally marveling at how disgusting their reproductive method was, Zhou Tian launched his attack against the monstrous birds without the slightest hesitation.

Although these monstrous birds had just hatched and could be considered nestlings, they were undeniably his enemies—and furthermore, they viewed him as a potential meal. Facing such ferocious adversaries, Zhou Tian had no intention of showing mercy simply because they were young.

His strike was merciless. Having decided to act, Zhou Tian refused to hold back due to their weak state; drawing out the Heaven-Earth Stamp, he hurled it directly at the flock of monstrous birds.

Given the power of the Heaven-Earth Stamp, had that blow landed squarely, let alone mere nestlings, even fully grown monstrous birds would have met a certain and absolute doom.

Yet, just as Zhou Tian's attack was about to strike home, an unexpected event occurred.

A gust of violent wind swept through. Before the Heaven-Earth Stamp could hit the ground, all the small monstrous birds on the floor suddenly vanished entirely. Startled, Zhou Tian snapped his focus toward the direction from which the gale had blown.

"This is... Oh, holy crap! How can there be angels?"

Zhou Tian had previously heard that the deities of this world were divided into innate gods and acquired gods. Innate deities were naturally formed divine beings endowed with formidable power right from birth, whereas acquired deities evolved from ordinary living beings through their own arduous cultivation.

Yet, regardless of which type of deity they were, Zhou Tian had never heard of any of them creating bird-men, leading him to believe that angels simply did not exist in this world.

And yet, right before his eyes, he was actually seeing an 'angel'! How could he not be astonished?

However, after recovering from his initial shock, Zhou Tian quickly calmed himself down.

"Not an angel."

After carefully sizing up the entity before him, Zhou Tian ultimately reached that conclusion.

Previously, he had been puzzled as to why those monstrous birds possessed such varied appearances. Having now witnessed firsthand how the nestlings were born, Zhou Tian somewhat understood why the flock of monstrous birds displayed such a diverse array of forms.

They were creatures that required surrogate hosts among other living beings to gestate. Unlike ordinary surrogate-born creatures whose offspring invariably retained a uniform appearance regardless of the host species, these monstrous birds were different. Aside from their wings remaining identical, their other physical traits seemed to be jointly determined by both the surrogate host and their parentage.

Since these monstrous birds utilized magical beasts to give birth to so many grotesque variants of offspring, using humans as surrogates to produce a few 'angels' was not an impossibility.

Once he figured out what the 'angels' before him actually were, Zhou Tian was hit by a profound sense of revulsion. Angels were supposed to be beings of idealized fantasy. Though heavily tainted and subverted in modern Earth culture, they could still generally be classified as beautiful entities.

Yet the 'angels' he was seeing now turned out to be a bunch of these grotesque monstrous birds. Thinking of their genesis gave Zhou Tian a deep sense of chills, and a fierce murderous intent toward these false 'angels' welled up inside him.

While Zhou Tian felt repulsed by the true identity of the 'angels', those entities had carefully deposited the rescued nestlings onto the ground, cast a few defensive magic spells upon them, and then turned their gazes back toward Zhou Tian with ferocious expressions.

"Kill!"

Though their pronunciation was somewhat slurred, the 'angels' were capable of uttering human speech. Shouting that single word, they surged toward Zhou Tian.

"So fast..."

Just as this thought flashed through Zhou Tian's mind, the 'angels' had already closed the distance to his side.

Compared to ordinary monstrous birds, these 'angels' were capable of cultivating battle Qi, making their strength vastly superior. Operating at full motion, their astonishing speed caught an unprepared Zhou Tian off guard.

Even as Zhou Tian was marveling at their velocity, one of the 'angels' materialized directly behind him. Without granting him a chance to speak, the entity threw a punch straight at the back of Zhou Tian's head.

"Thwack!"

The punch landed squarely on target. However, before the smile on the 'angel's' face could fully spread, it was instantly replaced by an expression of terror.

Zhou Tian had indeed been struck by the attack, but the 'angel' failed to inflict any significant injury. As a flood dragon, his natural physical constitution was immensely formidable, and with an additional hundred attribute points invested into his physique, his physical defense was now sufficient to withstand the majority of attacks below the Saint Realm. While that 'angel' possessed incredible speed, its offensive power seemed rather mediocre; its full-force strike not only failed to harm Zhou Tian, but the counter-shock sent the attacker reeling back a few steps.

Yet, when Zhou Tian whirled around intending to return the blow, the 'angel' vanished ahead of time, dodging his counterattack.

Watching the figures of the 'angels' repeatedly flashing around him, Zhou Tian's expression turned gloomy.

While their individual strength was mediocre, their speed far surpassed his. Under such extreme velocity, Zhou Tian could not even land a hit on his targets, rendering him unable to harm them.

Still, Zhou Tian was no pushover. Their speed was indeed remarkable, making it difficult for him to strike them under normal circumstances. But if those 'angels' genuinely believed he had no way of dealing with them, they were gravely underestimating him.

After being ambushed by the 'angels' several times consecutively, Zhou Tian finally transitioned from passivity to launching his counter-offensive.

"Roar!"

Discarding his magical treasures, Zhou Tian chose to reveal his true form to battle the 'angels'.

They had already dodged his previous attack with the Heaven-Earth Stamp, and he knew reusing it would yield no results, rendering further attempts futile.

As for the Chaos Clock, while it possessed the power to injure those 'angels', employing it carried inherent risks for Zhou Tian, so he would not use it unless strictly necessary. Thus, transforming into his true form to fight them felt sudden, but it was also his only viable choice.

With a roar echoing through the space, Zhou Tian unleashed his assault upon them.

Ordinary attacks were indeed ineffective against the 'angels' due to their speed—even his flood dragon venom would struggle to reach them. However, the current battlefield offered Zhou Tian a distinct advantage, and by exploiting it, securing victory would pose no problem whatsoever.

With this realization, after a brief moment of hesitation, Zhou Tian drew a massive breath of flood dragon venom and expelled it directly toward the group of small monstrous birds...

The 'angels' possessed terrifying speed—a fact Zhou Tian had to acknowledge, even with his agility-boosting attributes, he could never outrun them.

However, aside from engaging Zhou Tian in combat, those 'angels' were also tasked with ensuring the safety of the nestlings. Though they had cast protective magic earlier, relying solely on minor spells to block Zhou Tian's attacks was a joke.

If Zhou Tian ignored the nestlings, things would be fine; but the moment he locked onto them as targets, unless the 'angels' rushed to their rescue, the nestlings would undoubtedly meet their doom.

Zhou Tian intended to exploit this exact weakness: the 'angels' were bound to protect the nestlings. Therefore, upon transforming into his true form, he ignored the adult 'angels' altogether and directed his offensive entirely toward the helpless young.

As expected, the strategy played out precisely as he calculated. While the tactic was somewhat despicable, the efficacy was astonishingly high.

Who knew what was going through the minds of those 'angels'? Even though they knew Zhou Tian's flood dragon venom was hazardous, the moment they saw him expel the toxic breath toward the nestlings, they instinctively rushed forward at top speed to snatch the young ones away from the danger zone.

Ultimately, Zhou Tian's attack failed to hit the nestlings, but the 'angels' sharing the burden were not so fortunate. In the process of evacuating the young, most of them inhaled several breaths of his flood dragon venom. Moments after carrying the nestlings a short distance away, they collapsed one after another, succumbing to the lethal toxicity.