Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 62: Massacre

Suddenly, bio-engineered monsters would look at the four among the nine that ran away.

They are the slowest ones, so his eyes would glint in boredom.

So he decided to focus on the boring ones first.

On the other hand, the five disciples ran as fast as their cultivation-enhanced bodies would allow, their legs moving like the wind itself, yet the horror behind them closed in relentlessly.

They had been trained for battle, had fought ferocious spirit beasts, had faced rival cultivators, and had even encountered demonic path practitioners.

But never had they faced a beast like this—a monstrosity that should have perished under their combined assault, yet now hunted them like prey.

The first disciple, Liu Shen, had always been a pragmatic man.

He wasn’t the most talented of the sect, nor was he the most ambitious.

He had joined the sect for the simple dream of providing a better life for his aging parents and younger siblings back in his home village.

He recalled the small house they lived in, the way his mother would always wake him up before dawn to help in the fields, and the way his father would pat his head and call him a future cultivator even when he had no talent.

His younger siblings always looked up to him, and now, now they would never see him again.

As he tried to flee, he summoned every ounce of his spiritual energy to create a wind-step technique, enhancing his speed, but the ground dragon was faster.

In an instant, the ground dragon was upon him.

A set of impossibly large jaws clamped down on Liu Shen’s body, splitting him in half.

His last thought was a whispered apology to his family.

The second disciple, Rong Hai, had been different.

He had joined the sect not for family, but for revenge. His entire village had been massacred when he was a child, and from then on, he had sworn to become strong enough to wipe out those responsible.

He had climbed the ranks, endured grueling training, and honed his swordsmanship until it was unparalleled among his peers.

He had thought himself destined for greatness, for the day he would stand above all. But now, in the face of this monstrous entity, he felt the cold grip of fear.

He turned, brandishing his sword with everything he had, unleashing a torrent of sword energy, but it did nothing.

The dinosaur smirked—actually smirked—before crushing him beneath one monstrous foot.

Rong Hai’s revenge, his destiny, ended in a splatter of blood and broken bones.

The third disciple, Yan Mei, had always been the pride of her family.

She was the only daughter of a prominent elder in the sect, a genius since childhood, and expected to rise to the very top.

Unlike the others, she had never truly known hardship—everything had come easily to her, from her cultivation progress to the admiration of her peers.

However, now, none of that mattered. Now, she was simply prey.

As she fled, she desperately used every technique in her arsenal, teleporting short distances, erecting barriers, using explosive talismans—but nothing stopped the monster behind her.

In the end, she tripped, just for a fraction of a second, and that was enough.

The last thing she saw was the dinosaur’s jaws snapping shut around her torso, and the pain was unlike anything she had ever known. And then, nothing.

The fourth disciple, Xei Jun, had been the quiet one, the one who never stood out, who never sought attention.

He had only joined the sect to escape the confines of his dull, oppressive village life, to see the world beyond the endless rice fields and narrow streets.

He had never wanted to be a hero or a warrior, only to survive and live freely. But fate had other plans.

Now, he was running for his life, every muscle screaming in exhaustion.

He knew it was hopeless.

He had seen the others fall, and he knew he was next.

As he felt the monstrous breath behind him, he turned, just for a moment, meeting the gaze of the bio-engineered dinosaur.

He had always wondered what his end would be like.

Now, he knew.

The creature lunged, jaws closing, and Xei Jun’s world went dark.

With all four dead, the ground dragon let out a guttural, sadistic laugh, a horrifying, prehistoric sound that sent chills through the remaining five disciples who still ran, their panic reaching an unbearable peak.

And then, Wei Long moved, his monstrous form launching forward once more, continuing the hunt.

The bio-engineered lizard moved with terrifying precision in the forest, its monstrous senses guiding it through the dense wilderness like a reaper searching for its final harvest.

He was like the biggest fish in the pond.

The five remaining disciples had fled in different directions, but to a predator as advanced as Wei Long’s current form, it was a mere exercise in patience.

The surrounding beasts cowered in fear, sensing the unnatural presence of something that should not exist.

Though the creatures attempted to retreat, their slow movements meant nothing to the prehistoric terror that now ruled these lands.

With a single deep inhale, the bio-engineered lizard expanded its awareness, locking onto the fleeing cultivators’ scents.

The hunt had begun.

The first disciple, Liu Feng, had taken refuge among a pack of Ironhide Boars, believing that blending with the stampede would offer cover.

However, Wei Long, ever the sadistic predator, had other plans.

With a single earth-shaking roar, he sent shockwaves rippling through the ground.

The sound wave disrupted the herd’s balance, sending the iron-skinned beasts crashing into one another in a chaotic frenzy.

As the boars trampled over each other in confusion, Liu Feng found himself pinned beneath the weight of their massive bodies.

He struggled, clawing at the dirt, his Qi surging to reinforce his limbs. But before he could extricate himself, Wei Long’s massive foot came down with a sickening crunch.

Liu Feng screamed, his body flattened in an instant, his blood staining the churned earth.

The beast let out a low, guttural chuckle, reveling in the sheer despair he had caused.

Meanwhile, Jiang Tao had sought higher ground, using his movement technique to leap atop towering boulders.

He thought he was safe.

He was wrong.

Wei Long, analyzing his prey’s strategy, didn’t chase immediately.

Instead, he let out a series of rapid, high-pitched roars, imitating the call of an apex predator.

The result was immediate—panicked flying beasts, sensing a coming calamity, launched themselves into the sky, their flapping wings creating a furious windstorm that shook the treetops and the boulders alike.

Jiang Tao barely had time to react as the rock beneath his feet cracked and gave way.

He plummeted, twisting mid-air in an attempt to land safely. But before he could touch the ground, a massive shadow loomed over him.

The bio-engineered lizard lunged, snapping its enormous jaws shut around Jiang Tao mid-fall.

The sickening crunch echoed through the land as the predator casually tossed the lifeless body aside, already eager to find his next victim.

Qi Rong and Shen Mu had fled together, banking on their combined strength to escape.

They wove through the dense foliage, using every movement technique at their disposal.

Their chests burned with exertion, their minds racing for a plan.

But Wei Long was relentless.

He didn’t need to follow them directly—he had already calculated their trajectory.

With a calculated stomp, he sent a wave of earth rolling forward, triggering an artificial landslide.

Rocks and trees came crashing down, forcing the two to redirect their path into a narrow ravine.

As soon as they entered, Wei Long leaped forward, blocking the exit with his massive frame.

His glowing, reptilian eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a grotesque smirk.

Qi Rong trembled. "This isn’t a beast... this is a demon!"

Shen Mu roared defiantly, summoning his Qi-infused spear and thrusting it forward with all his might.

The weapon struck Wei Long’s hide—and bounced off harmlessly.

The ground dragon tilted its head, almost amused, before exhaling a breath of radioactive energy.

The ravine filled with a thick, nauseating mist, and within seconds, their skin began to blister and decay.

Qi Rong gagged, his vision blurring. He tried to run, but his legs gave out beneath him.

Shen Mu fared no better, his flesh melting away as he screamed in agony.

Wei Long watched impassively, waiting until both had collapsed into lifeless husks. He stepped over their remains, leaving behind nothing but charred bones.

The last disciple, Zhen Wu, was the only one left.

He had managed to recover his spiritual Qi and got himself to fly in the sky, his sword carrying him through the skies at breakneck speed.

However, Wei Long was not done playing yet.

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He lifted his head and let out a chilling, bone-rattling roar—a roar designed not just to terrify but to disrupt.

The sky itself seemed to tremble.

Birds scattered, and even the floating sword beneath Zhen Wu’s feet vibrated violently.

His balance wavered. "No, no, no, stay steady!" he cried, pouring all his Qi into stabilizing himself.

But Wei Long had already predicted his struggle.

With one last burst of force, the bio-engineered lizard leaped impossibly high, his jaws snapping shut just as Zhen Wu lost control.

The disciple barely had time to scream before his body disappeared between rows of serrated teeth.

Wei Long landed with a thunderous crash, tilting his head back to swallow the last piece of his meal.

As the last echoes of his victims’ deaths faded, Wei Long exhaled slowly, his body radiating a deep sense of prehistoric satisfaction.

Then, as he licked the remnants of his hunt from his fangs, his eyes flickered upward.

The aerial stampede had parted.

And floating above the carnage was a furious middle-aged man clad in an immortal cultivation robe, his Qi roiling like an approaching storm.

Wei Long bared his teeth.