Chapter 642 - 259: Shadow-Stealing Wings, Thunderous Methods

"Kill him!"

Waves of thought filled with fury, ridicule, and killing intent surged through the draconic tongue.

Faced with the undisguised hostility of his own kind, the powerful aura Lektorn had just gained from his rebirth was instantly suppressed.

His massive body trembled slightly in mid-air, the pale, cold fire in his eyes flickering violently, betraying a hint of panic.

"Don’t panic."

Lin Ye’s calm voice suddenly rang out in Lektorn’s chaotic mind.

"You are no longer the decrepit piece of trash you once were."

"Go tear them to shreds."

The cold command instantly ignited all the humiliation and fury simmering in Lektorn’s bloodline!

’That’s right!’

’My master granted me a new life!’

’He granted me strength!’

’I’m no longer that old fool who could only wait to die in the ruins!’

"ROAR—!!!"

A furious dragon’s roar, suppressed for years, erupted from Lektorn’s throat!

[Frenzy]!

HUM!

A visible dark-red energy instantly enveloped his entire body.

His form seemed to swell in size. His ethereal body solidified, and a black light pulsed unstably from his sharp claws!

"You’re courting death!"

A flicker of disdain crossed the eyes of the nearest Shadow-Stealing Wings. With a flap of its wings, it transformed into a black shadow, its claws aiming straight for Lektorn’s head!

In its eyes, this exiled old fool was merely having a final burst of energy before death.

The next moment, however, the disdain in its eyes turned to utter horror.

Lektorn’s figure merely blurred before its eyes, then vanished from his spot.

’Too fast!’

PSSH!

An ice-cold claw pierced through its back unimpeded, a still-beating heart clutched in its talons.

Lektorn didn’t even spare it a glance. He crushed the heart with a backhand squeeze, then used the momentum to twist his massive body, appearing like a bolt of black lightning beside another Shadow-Stealing Wings.

The dragon only had time to let out a terrified screech before Lektorn bit through its neck!

CRACK!

The crisp sound of shattering bone was exceptionally jarring in the air.

In just one exchange, two strong, adult Shadow-Stealing Wings were killed on the spot!

The remaining few dragons were completely stunned. They stared in terror at the frenzied Lektorn, not daring to approach.

’Is... is this still that old fool who was so decrepit he could barely fly?!’

’His strength... his speed... how did they become so terrifying?!’

Lektorn gave them no time to think.

He let out a long, cathartic howl, his entire body suddenly flattening into a dark shadow and merging with the shadow of the giant branch beneath him.

"Watch out! It’s the Shadow Concealment Skill!"

One of the Shadow-Stealing Wings cried out in alarm, immediately flapping its wings to fly higher, trying to get away from any shadowed areas.

But it was too late.

RIP!

Without warning, the shadow of its companion below twisted, and Lektorn’s figure shot out from it like a phantom!

The dragon whose shadow had been breached didn’t even have time to scream before its body was torn apart from the inside by an invisible force, exploding into a shower of flesh and gore!

RIP!

RIP!

RIP!

The feast of death had begun.

Lektorn became a reaper, weaving through the shadows.

He continuously burst from the shadows of his kin, and each appearance was accompanied by a mangled corpse falling from the sky.

There was never any mercy in a battle between dragons.

It was kill or be killed.

In just over ten seconds, the seven or eight Shadow-Stealing Wings that had initially surrounded him had all become cold corpses, plummeting into the bottomless abyss below.

Blood stained the airspace red.

Lektorn’s form reappeared. He hovered in mid-air, panting heavily as the dark-red energy of his Frenzy slowly faded.

He looked down at his claws, stained with the blood of his own kind, then at the falling corpses below.

An incredibly complex emotion welled up inside him.

There was the satisfaction of revenge and the thrill of the slaughter, but more than anything, there was the catharsis and emotion of being granted a new life.

A thick teardrop, seemingly burning with a pale flame, slid from his eye socket.

’Father... I... I can finally... avenge you!’

However, the slaughter had also completely alerted the patrol line of the entire Inkshroud Clan.

A piercing alarm blared, echoing through the clouds.

From all directions, black figures converged on his position like sharks that had smelled blood.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred Shadow-Stealing Wings, each exuding a ferocious aura, had surrounded Lektorn completely.

This time, a dragon even more robust than an ordinary Shadow-Stealing Wings, wearing some kind of metal armor, flew slowly out from the forefront of the encirclement.

It looked at Lektorn, its eyes filled with ridicule and mockery.

"Lektorn, my dear friend. It’s been a few years. You look like you’ve been doing well for yourself."

Seeing that face, the endless hatred in Lektorn’s eyes nearly consumed his sanity!

Marco!

This was the dear friend he had once trusted most—the one who had orchestrated the ambush that killed his father, stolen everything from him, and personally exiled him!

And though he was about the same age as Lektorn, he now looked full of vitality.

Without a doubt, it must be thanks to a boon from the higher-ranking Dragon Race.

After all, even the clan leader, Belashen, could live for a thousand years. By normal standards, Marco should have died long ago.

"You actually dare to come back?"

Marco let out a low laugh. "What, couldn’t survive out there? Did you come back to beg me to take in an old dog like you?"