After resting for a while, Zhang Xing continued his lucky draw in high spirits.
Ding!
[Congratulations! You have won 1,000 lucky draw chances!]
Ding!
[Congratulations! You have won 3,000,000 experience points!]
Ding!
[Congratulations! You have won 1,000 lucky draw chances!]
…
The system that had been suspended for three years was now a big gift pack.
There were many benefits and opportunities!
In the end, he had accumulated 11,000 lucky draw chances.
800 million universal experience points.
Zhang Xing's confidence was unprecedentedly high. Now, not only could he upgrade all 90 new dragons to Rank-9.
He could also upgrade more than 20 dragons to Rank-10.
Once the ancient dragon broke through to Rank-10, its combat power would increase exponentially.
According to Zhang Xing's estimation, a Rank-10 dragon's combat power was at least comparable to a Samsung Battle-Saint.
His path to upgrade was even smoother.
As long as he could get the upgrade mission, it would definitely be to upgrade the dragon to Rank-9 or Rank-10. From then on, he would not have to worry about upgrading.
Unknowingly, the sky was bright. Zhang Xing left Dragon Island.
The sandstorm that had been blowing for a day and night had dissipated.
The people in the town started to get busy.
Just as they finished packing and were about to set off …
Suddenly, many people looked up at the sky in astonishment.
"Oh my god!
What's that? "
"The sandstorm has just passed. Could it be another storm?"
Zhang Xing also noticed the abnormality in the distant sky.
He focused his eyes and looked over.
"It's not dark clouds. It's a large number of flying Magical Beasts."
In the sea of clouds in the distant sky, flying Magical Beasts of all shapes and sizes filled the entire area.
On the backs of the Magical Beasts were different numbers of martial artists wearing clothes of different colors.
"I'm afraid these are the invaders from the Central Continent that Sect Master Zhang Xuan mentioned!"
Looking at the scale, there were at least a few billion people.
There might even be tens of billions.
Obviously, the population of the Central Continent was too large. Everyone knew the purpose of starting such a war.
Not long after, the people in the town could see the dark clouds clearly.
"Ah!
It's the bandits! "
A worker from the caravan shrieked.
"Idiot!
How can there be so many bandits? "
The leader of the caravan gave the worker a slap.
"Then … they are?"
The shop assistant rubbed the back of his head in confusion.
"Those are all martial artists, but I wonder which sect they are from?"
The leader stared at the sky with a heavy expression.
"Boss, let's hide quickly!"
"Where are you going to hide?
They're probably just passing by! "
The leader of the caravan said unconfidently.
Those people's flying mounts were obviously faster than theirs.
Even if he ran now, he wouldn't be able to run far.
Moreover, the sects in the south were not warmongers who would kill anyone they saw and rob anything they saw.
Little did they know that these people were warmongers!
After a while, about a hundred martial artists rushed down from the sky.
The leader was a young man in his twenties. His cultivation was an Eight Star War Venerable.
He arrived above everyone's heads and arrogantly shouted: "You've all been requisitioned, get on your mounts and lead the way"
"Requisitioned?"
Everyone was confused.
"May I know which sect you are from?"
A seven-star martial artist walked out of the crowd and cupped his fists.
"Shut up! Don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask. If you talk more, I'll kill you without mercy!"
The young man scolded with a cold expression.
The seven-star martial artist was speechless.
He looked at the young man's powerful aura and the countless army behind him and endured it.
His gaze swept across the seven-star martial artist. Seeing him lower his head and retreat, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Even a nine-star Venerable would be so scared that he would swallow his pride when he saw their army.
Not to mention a mere seven-star Venerable!