Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 61: Prey

The massive ground dragon in their perspective would just stand there, menacingly.

Every disciple was almost spent, their chests heaving, their robes drenched in sweat, their spiritual energy flickering like dying embers.

Yet, the massive lizard did not move.

It loomed over them, its form eerily still in one place, its presence was also suffocating.

A long silence settled over the battlefield.

Seconds stretched into eternity.

The only sounds were their own ragged breaths and the distant rustling of leaves in the wind.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

The oppressive weight of the moment was crushing, pressing against their shoulders, gripping their chests.

Beads of sweat slid down their brows, but none wiped them away.

Their eyes remained fixed on the dragon.

Was it dead?

Could they dare to believe it?

None of them could sense its cultivation anymore.

The aura that had once radiated from its form, pulsing like an unrelenting tide, was now eerily absent.

It was as if the massive beast before them had been reduced to nothing but a corpse.

Still, they hesitated.

One disciple exchanged glances with another.

They didn’t need words; their gazes carried enough weight.

They had fought many beasts before, but never had they encountered something so tenacious, so unyielding.

This ground dragon had withstood their relentless assault, absorbed their strongest techniques, and had even adapted to their strategies mid-battle. And yet, now it stood motionless. It seemed almost… unnatural.

One of them, bolder than the rest, took a cautious step forward.

His every footfall was measured, his grip on his weapon tightening with each inch closed between him and the beast.

He swallowed hard, forcing back the lump in his throat. His mind screamed for caution, but his pride—his duty—pushed him forward.

He reached out, hesitantly, his hand trembling as he placed his fingers on the dragon’s scaly hide.

Nothing.

A breath of relief escaped him. He turned to the others, his lips curling into a triumphant grin.

"It’s dead."

The tension snapped, like a stretched bowstring finally released.

The others exhaled deeply, their bodies sagging with exhaustion.

Then, unexpectedly, their fear transformed into exhilaration.

One by one, they began to grin, to laugh.

The tension gave way to overwhelming relief.

They had done it.

They had slain a beast that should have been impossible to defeat.

They began to speak, their voices overlapping, their emotions raw.

Each disciple recounted their perspective of the battle, their attacks, their close calls, their thoughts as they fought.

Their words tumbled over one another in excitement, in disbelief, in sheer, unbridled joy.

"Did you see how it kept getting stronger? I swear, if we had waited even a moment longer—"

"It was absorbing the energy from the land! This thing was more dangerous than we thought!"

"No, no, I think it had a natural ability that made it match our strength! It was learning as we fought!"

"Senior Brother Xin and Zhang Xugang… they died because of this thing."

That statement sobered them briefly, but the victorious thrill in their veins was hard to ignore.

Their losses were unfortunate, but they had gained something in return—proof of their power, proof that they were capable of taking down something of this caliber.

One of the disciples reached into his robe, pulling out an object that glowed faintly with spiritual energy.

He connected it, and with a sharp flick of his wrist, activated it.

A voice crackled to life on the other end.

"Elder?"

Static filled the air before a deep, commanding voice responded, "What’s the situation?"

The disciple straightened, glancing at his comrades before answering. "Elder, we have confirmed the culprit behind Senior Brother Zhang Xugang’s death. It was not a demonic path cultivator. It was… a beast. A ground dragon."

A pause.

"…A ground dragon?" The disbelief in the elder’s tone was palpable. "Are you saying a mere ground dragon took the life of one of our own?"

"It wasn’t normal," the disciple quickly clarified. "At first, we thought it was just a mortal beast, but… its power kept increasing the longer we fought. By the end, it was at the Awakened Peak State, and we suspect it could be something even rarer. Perhaps an Especially Rare Class beast, or even…" He hesitated before saying the next words. "…A Quasi-Unique Class."

Silence again, but this time, it was the elder’s silence.

A moment later, his voice returned, serious and laced with urgency. "I will come and verify this myself. Do not move the body."

"Yes, Elder."

The communication ended, and the disciples turned their gazes back to the massive creature in front of them.

One of them let out a low chuckle. "Even though Senior Brother Zhang and Xin Mue died… at least we have something in return."

A grin spread across another’s face. "A dead Especially Rare or Quasi-Unique Class beast… that means there could be others like it here, hidden within our sanctuaries… So even if it’s dead, at least there’s a sign that there’s more to these kind of thing."

Their eyes gleamed with ambition.

This was only the beginning.

The moment the words left the disciple’s mouth—words declaring that there might be others like this beast—the massive ground dragon stirred.

Its head, unmoving for what seemed like eternity, suddenly began to shift.

The slow, deliberate motion sent a shudder through the air, as if reality itself was holding its breath.

Almost immediately, the disciples’ faces twisted in horror when they saw it. And in that instance, their initial confidence that displayed earlier now shattered.

Like broken fragile glass.

Soon, a very long silence followed—long enough for the air to feel heavy, thick with the weight of the unknown.

They could hear the rustling leaves against the faint chirping of distant insect creatures that hadn’t yet realized the presence of a predator beyond comprehension.

The silence stretched on, so agonizingly long that their own heartbeats seemed deafening.

Some of them gulped audibly, sweat pooling at their brows as they struggled to comprehend what was happening.

Hadn’t they just confirmed its death?

Why wasn’t it moving earlier?

Was it truly still alive?

It can’t be right?

They attacked it with all they had!!

It should be dead!

They could feel nothing—no aura, no presence of cultivation, nothing that indicated the massive lizard was anything but a corpse.

However, the disbelief on the expressions of their faces were thick, as it suffocated them all in one go.

Then, suddenly, the dragon’s glowing yellow eyes, which had seemed dull and lifeless just moments before, flickered with something unnatural glint to it.

Understanding.

One disciple gasped, stepping back in terror. "It—It moved its head! But why?! We can’t sense anything from it! Why?!"

Another disciple, his voice thick with anxiety, tried to rationalize the situation.

"Maybe it’s just muscle memory. Maybe it’s just a death twitch! Yes, yes! It’s already dead, right? RIGHT?!"

His desperation was evident, as if saying it enough times would make it true.

He hoped that it’s really dead, otherwise, they are not sure subconsciously if they could deal with it still.

After all, their cultivation energy were all drained with on few bits to it.

But Wei Long’s consciousness scoffed internally.

These fools.

They couldn’t comprehend it.

Did they really think they could measure his kind by their cultivation standards?

Did they truly believe that a peak Awakening Qi Realm beast would stay at the same power level after such a battle?

No.

The truth was simple, yet enough to make one’s skin crawl.

This beast—no, he—had surpassed them. He had become something greater. And now, Wei Long is sure that the bio-engineered lizard controlling his dinosaur body would show them exactly what that meant.

Then, the impossible happened.

The ground dragon smirked.

Its massive, prehistoric maw curled upward in a way that should have been impossible for a creature of its kind. But it did.

The smirk was not just a twitch, not just a subtle motion—it was intentional, calculated, dripping with pure, unfiltered sadism.

The gleaming fangs, stained with the remnants of past battles, peeked through its scaled lips.

A chuckle followed.

A sound so unnatural, so horrifyingly alien, that it sent an immediate, primal fear through the disciples.

It wasn’t laughter as humans knew it.

It was guttural, deep, something between a growl and a rumbling quake, as if the beast was reveling in the sheer terror it had just induced.

The sound scraped against their very souls, a reminder that they were nothing but prey.

A chill ran down the spine of every single disciple present.

Their faces paled, their limbs locked up, and for a long, agonizing moment, none of them moved.

None of them could.

The dragon’s eyes, now fully aglow, bore into them with an intelligence that shouldn’t have existed in a savage beast.

Then, one disciple, unable to take it any longer, screamed.

That scream was the trigger.

One by one, they turned on their heels and ran, their pride as cultivators shattered in an instant.

The composure they once had was gone, replaced by the pure, undiluted instinct to flee.

Their movements were erratic, frantic, stumbling over roots, pushing past each other in their desperation to escape.

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They were no longer warriors, no longer cultivators of the esteemed Autumn Dragon Sect.

They were prey.

And Wei Long now could understand what is the true persona of the beast.

Suddenly, the bio-engineered lizard smirk widened, his maw parting ever so slightly.

The sight of their retreating backs filled him with something he hadn’t felt in a long time—something prehistoric, something exhilarating.

Then, with a mighty push, the ground beneath him cracked as he launched forward.

The chase had begun.