Breeding Dragons From Today

Joelson and Oswede also chose to enter.

Oswede could be considered half a saint-level leader. He had a straightforward personality, which was more in line with Joelson's personality.

Moreover, his strength was not bad and he was within Joelson's control. Even if he had any bad thoughts, he could easily suppress them.

When the majority of saint-level cultivators gradually disappeared into the ten-colored light pillar, a few black figures appeared outside the light pillar.

The leader was a black-haired man wearing a black-and-gold robe.

If Joelson was here, he would be able to recognize this person as the Dark Saint, Webster, whom he had met once.

Webster had an evil smile on his face as he looked at the ten-colored light pillar. He turned to the person behind him and said in a low voice, "How are the preparations for the seal going?"

"It's already being broken at full speed. Based on the current progress, it might take three years or even longer."

Webster chuckled and said, "There's no rush. As long as the Four Great Thrones and the Dragon King aren't around, we'll have plenty of time. However, should I go in and have some fun?"

Webster stroked his smooth chin and made a thoughtful gesture.

"Let's wait until everything is set in stone, hehe."

Webster's figure disappeared into the void.

It was a little different from the feeling when he had used the spatial teleportation array before. This time, he had really entered from one world to another.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a dense green forest with no end in sight. He could not see where the edge of the world was at all.

It was so big.

A hint of shock appeared in Joelson's eyes. Compared to the space of the ranch, this small world was much bigger.

A white-gold light blossomed in Joelson's hand and streaked across the air. The void shattered like a mirror.

The strength of space was even weaker than that of the midland realm. This was far inferior to the space of the ranch.

A thought suddenly appeared in Joelson's mind. Could the plane where the midland realm was also a world created by a powerful existence?

"There were so many people when we came in, why isn't there any of them now?"

Oswede asked in puzzlement.

"Maybe there's a teleportation array or something like that at the entrance."

Joelson replied casually, then turned around and flew into the dense forest. Oswede followed carefully behind him.

After stepping into the dense forest and walking for less than ten minutes, Joelson felt that something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

He did not see any creatures, birds, animals, or insects.

There was not even wind.

Huge ancient trees stood beside him but they gave people a feeling of death. It was as if they had not entered a lush forest but a grave.

The plant and air laws were activated, and the power of perception spread in all directions.

With his current strength, everything within a hundred miles would be detected. If the requirements were lowered, it could even be expanded to a thousand miles.

A hundred miles. A thousand miles, Not a single living thing could be found.

Joelson took a deep breath and said to Oswede, "Be careful, there's something wrong here."

Oswede nodded. He had also noticed something.

Just as Joelson was about to move forward, not far behind him, the ground melted like the surface of water and a strong and fierce black panther quietly appeared.

It moved like a ghost. Its sharp claws cutting through the void and stealthily clawing toward Oswede's back.

A dazzling platinum light flashed, and the black panther was cut in half from its waist.

However, it didn't seem to feel any pain. The first half of its body continued to attack, and more white-gold light flashed.

The void and the black panther were cut into countless pieces and, finally, they were all dead.

After the light, the calm face of Joelson was revealed.

Oswede's face was pale and his face was full of fear.

"Saint-level magical beast! But why does it look like a zombie?"

Oswede said in a low voice.

Joelson stared at the remains of the black panther on the ground. His eyes flashed as he said calmly, "Undead."

Oswede was shocked.

Joelson's brows slowly furrowed.

This forest was too strange. It seemed peaceful but, in fact, there were dangers everywhere.

If he had only used the plant law to sense the surroundings, the appearance of the black panther would have fooled his senses.

Fortunately, the air-type laws sensed its appearance and he killed it first.

The power of the laws here seemed to have been distorted. The plant-type laws were mixed with the aura of the undead laws!

This was indeed a tomb!

Joelson's expression changed and he whispered to Oswede, "Let's go."

In his perception, countless saint-level magical beasts and undead were quickly recovering from the underground and rushing towards them.

Joelson wanted to fly out from the sky above the forest.

Countless thick black-green vines appeared out of nowhere and swept over like pythons.

His hand gave off a white-gold light like sharp blades and cut the vines in front of him into pieces. A foul-smelling green liquid flowed out of the broken parts.

Joelson felt a slight sense of obstruction. The tenacity of these vines was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Huh?"

A muffled groan.

Joelson turned his head and saw that Oswede had already been entangled by the vines.

The Golden Lion was like a golden lion at this moment. His entire body was burning with golden-yellow battle spirit flames and the longsword in his hand was brandished.

However, his attack was far less sharp than Joelson's. There were many vines and he quickly fell into them.

Joelson had no choice but to turn around. The white-gold light was released wantonly, helping Oswede break free from the vines.

At this time, countless magical beasts appeared around the two of them.

Each of them was like the black panther from before. Their eyes were gray and lifeless. They looked like zombies.

They were weaker than ordinary saint-level monsters but there were too many of them. There were no less than a hundred of them.

At a glance, they were so dense that they made one's scalp tingle.

The magical beasts instantly pounced on them.

Those that could fly into the sky blocked the path in the sky.

Rays of platinum light rose from behind Joelson and hovered in the air. Joelson stretched out his hand.

The platinum light fell like a curtain and shot out in all directions. One after another, the saint-level magical beasts were dismembered and their corpses fell to the ground.

The space in this area was filled with black cracks, and it was constantly being broken and healed.

This was still too slow.

The people of Joelson could not help but frown.

Oswede unleashed a golden battle energy flame and spread it out, igniting the trees that were filled with the aura of death. Although it was quickly extinguished by the aura of death from the saint-level daemons, the power was not small.

Seeing this scene, Joelson decided not to sprinkle the white-gold light anymore.

A faint purple flame appeared at his fingertip.

"Get out of the way."

Joelson calmly said to Oswede.

Oswede was stunned for a moment and quickly ran to his side. Joelson casually threw the flame at the magical beasts below.