There was black smoke coming out of Feilong's nostrils. Judging from the appearance, it was as if flames were choking his nose and mouth. Feilong showed a painful expression on his face.

The flying dragon struggled violently, even harder than before, and the entire spider web made an overwhelmed squeaking sound, but the flying dragon still could not break through the shackles of the spider web.

But looking at Feilong's movements, Zhuo Genbao always felt that it was just a matter of time.

"He seems to be choked. Everyone, hurry up!"

Someone yelled, and the players nearby also rushed towards the flying dragon, trying to knock it out with an iron rod before the flying dragon could recover, just like the plan.

But although the flying dragon no longer breathes fire, its claws are still very sharp, its powerful wings, and the barbs all over its body are also very dangerous weapons.

Coupled with the twisting and struggling movements of the flying dragon, players cannot easily approach it.

"Hurry up and climb the tree, jump down from the tree like a spear and get to its head and back!"

Ah Fei commanded loudly.

Soon some players followed Ou's example of eating a spear, climbed to the nearest tree, and then jumped from the trunk towards the flying dragon.

Because of the foreshadowing of Ou Chi's spear, Feilong now painfully wants to swallow the Ou Chi's spear stuck in his throat, and has no energy to deal with the players who jumped down from the tree.

Except for some really unlucky players who did not jump on the back of the flying dragon, but fell to the ground, and some others accidentally landed on the barbs on the back of the flying dragon and were directly stabbed to death.

Most of the players below landed on the flying dragon's back and head.

Among them is Zhuogenbao.

Feilong obviously felt that there were many uninvited guests on his back. He shook his body violently, but because of the constraints of the spider web, it could not turn over and rubbed its back on the ground. This also gave

This was a rare opportunity for the players. The players desperately took the iron rod and hit the flying dragon on the back and head.

The previous steps went smoothly, but when it came to the last step, it didn't seem so smooth. The players' strength was limited after all, and hitting the flying dragon's head with wood or iron rods couldn't cause any substantial damage to him.

Not to mention hitting him on the head and knocking him unconscious. Some players couldn't bear their temper and pulled out their weapons to kill the flying dragon, but they couldn't break through its hard scales. When they slashed with their swords, their own blades curled up.

, but there was no damage to the flying dragon's scales, just a little scratch.

The players' attacks were not useless. At least they made the flying dragon feel the pain, and it struggled even more fiercely, trying to shake the players off it.

Just when the players tried their best to knock out the flying dragon in front of them, the flying dragon suddenly opened its mouth and tried to spit out flames a few times. At first, nothing spit out, but when he spit out the first

Three times, scorching flames spurted out from his mouth and swung randomly in all directions, igniting the entire forest at once.

The fire burning in the woods began to become more intense, and even A Fei, who was conducting the command, was accidentally drowned by the flying dragon's breath.

It burned down all of a sudden, and probably no one was alive.

The worse situation was yet to come, as Feilong's struggling body used his claws to continuously cut into the spider webs that bound him.

Time has been delayed for so long. No matter how tough the spider web is, it cannot support the power of such a behemoth. Those spider webs burst apart one by one. The spider web that originally entangled the flying dragon can no longer maintain its original appearance. The flying dragon's claws suddenly

The boy broke through the restraints and kept scratching the spider webs wrapped around his wings.

He breathed flames again and cleared away the surrounding players who wanted to get closer. The number of players had become very rare. After all, it was still too far from the resurrection point, and there were only two guild members combined.

The number of people is less than 800.

Zhu Genbao didn't have the energy to care about these things. He was trying hard to grab the barb on the top of the flying dragon's head, trying to prevent himself from being shaken by the flying dragon's violent movements. Many players had already been shaken from the back and top of the head by the flying dragon.

Most of them fell to the ground and were trampled to death or sprayed to death by their breath. It was obvious that the flying dragon was extremely angry at these human elves and goblins who dared to offend them.

Just when Zhu Genbao felt that he could no longer hold on, the surrounding air flow surged, and the flying dragon completely broke away from the constraints of the spider web and began to flap its wings.

The players themselves did not cause much damage to him, and his wings were intact. At this time, he fluttered, and the flames in the entire forest seemed to be blown out by the violent airflow, but the airflow stirred up by the wings

After stopping, those flames burned even more fiercely.

The flying dragon fluttered several times in succession, and its huge body began to fly towards the sky.

He kept shaking his huge head and his body, and used his wings to control the tilt of his body to the left and right.

Most of the players on the back and head of the flying dragon fell after being tilted twice, with only a few players still struggling to support themselves.

However, when the flying dragon flapped its wings fiercely and flew towards the sky at an almost vertical angle, all the remaining players could no longer support it. Even the grasping root treasure was suddenly thrown out by the huge acceleration.

Just when Zhu Genbao thought he was going to fall to the ground and die, he suddenly felt that the armor on his shoulders was caught on something. He turned around and saw that his armor was hanging on a sharp barb.

The barb penetrated his shoulder armor and barely fixed him to the flying dragon's body.

Zhuo Genbao looked at the rising height of the flying dragon, the gradually shrinking players, and the burning woods.

Zhuo Genbao is a little confused, what should I do now?
Chapter completed!