Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3072: Evil Dragon Bone Corroding Poison

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Previously on Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability...
The Evil Dragon battled relentless Paper People by the lake, their lack of breath, rapid healing, and immunity to pain thwarting his dominance. Desperate to escape before the two Humans and their monster arrived, he unleashed Dragon’s Annihilation Scale Armor to knock them down and fled. A Beastman swiftly blocked his path, enraging the Dragon, who lunged ferociously to tear him apart.

The Beastmen, nurtured inside the Microcosm for ages, boasted cultivation levels no worse than any demonic beasts—why would they fear an Evil Dragon? Victory might escape them, but holding out for a bit was certainly possible.

“Such arrogance!”

With a soft snort, he lifted both hands and seized the Evil Dragon’s claws directly.

Right then, the clash between human and beast forms laid bare their strengths and flaws. The Beastman’s arms extended broadly, immensely powerful and superior to the Evil Dragon’s claws.

In that instant, the Beastman clamped down on the Evil Dragon’s claws, inflicting pain so intense it nearly drew tears.

A grave miscalculation. Against such a monstrous foe, relying on brute force only spelled trouble for him. Roaring loudly, he coiled his dragon body and wrenched his claws loose from the Beastman’s fiendish grip.

His follow-up assault ditched simple melee for a ferocious torrent of water blasting from his enormous maw straight at the Beastman.

“I...” Damn!

The Beastman scarcely had time to respond before the water doused him.

Sure, he had a rugged look, but that didn’t mean he despised cleanliness. Drenching him with a gush of water like that—was that acceptable?

After evading, he launched a kick right into the Evil Dragon’s stomach.

Did they honestly see him as a weakling?

In the master’s space, after all, he’d devoured heaps of meat. Even if overpowering it proved impossible, couldn’t he at least land several kicks on this Evil Dragon?

Besides, amid the battle, spotting the Evil Dragon’s vulnerabilities was crucial. With who-knew-how-many more Evil Dragons lurking in the Beast Domain, additional striking chances had to await, didn’t they?

Caught off guard, the Evil Dragon took the kick and tumbled far away.

So careless! Had he foreseen this pesky monster’s interference, he never would’ve unleashed his trump card—a devastating technique meant to annihilate every foe nearby.

Those scales still shimmered with a wicked, chilling gleam even now.

Yet the cruelest twist came from the kick and his rolling, which left him nicked by his own earlier-fired scales.

He yearned to deploy Doom Scale Armor anew right there, but sadly, using it once demanded a full year for scale regrowth, exposing more bodily weak spots in their absence.

Vulnerable to seizure and slaughter now, especially with those Paper Persons rising once more and closing in around him as though utterly unharmed.

Regret gnawed at him fiercely—why hadn’t he pondered his moves more carefully beforehand?

“Old Dragon doesn’t show its power, do you really think I’m just a snake?”

Though he’d expended his ultimate killer technique, surrender was out of the question. Breakthrough at top speed was essential, or encirclement would become inevitable.

“Evil Dragon Bone Corroding Poison!”

His tail lashed out, smashing into the advancing Paper Persons. After toppling them, he turned his assault back on the Beastman.

Black mist surged upward, and as the dragon tail neared the Beastman, the latter jolted back several paces in alarm. Paper Persons shrugged off poison, but he could not.

He was flesh and blood, after all.

“No, what am I afraid of?”

In a flash, memory struck—he’d swallowed the Soul of the Divination Jade. What peril remained? His form repelled all poisons.

“Mere toxic mist, and you expect me to flinch, hmph!”

Snorting derisively, he vaulted high with mighty force, sidestepping the dragon tail’s brutal swipe.