Chapter 161 I Said the Title Girl Is Lost, Do You Believe It?

This special energy can not only erode mental power, but also elements!

Although Witt is not friendly to earth elements, he can clearly feel that in these eroded soils, the earth elements are no longer stable and heavy in their normal state, but violent and chaotic!

"I should have thought of it earlier!"

Witt looked at the soil in the crystal jar and muttered to himself.

"Since the soil can be polluted, how can the earth element not be affected? In other words, this power originally relies on the power of the infected elements to affect the material."

After the voice fell, Witt hesitated for a moment, and then turned his eyes to another jar of infected soil.

After thinking about it, he took out a dragon scale that he had fallen off, and then engraved the words "Don't move, don't touch" and placed it next to the jar.

Then Witt put away the jar he had just observed and flew outside.

Antawana noticed the movement from Witt's side, but when she came over, Witt had already left, leaving only the open jar and the dragon scale with words on it.

After looking at the words Witt left, Antawana hesitated and crouched down on the spot.

Since Witt specifically told her, it means that the things in the jar are very important. If this thing is attractive to Morse dragon beasts or other super small dragon beasts, it would be bad to attract them.

However...

Antawana looked at the black soil in the jar and always felt that this thing exuded a kind of smell that made her quite disgusted.

I don't know where Witt got it from.

...

On the other side, Witt didn't leave too far, but chose a nearby forest.

Then he began to look carefully.

Soon, a series of small footprints attracted his attention.

Following the trail of small footprints, they came to a tree after a few steps. Witt stretched out his claws and pulled away the snow at the edge of the tree roots, revealing a tree hole about half a meter long.

Seeing this, Witt raised a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth.

After scratching a few times with his claws, a Grabidragon was pulled out of the hole.

Then, Witt crouched down on the spot and threw the Grabidragon into the jar containing eroded soil.

After being thrown in, the Grabidragon seemed extremely panicked and kept running around in the jar.

But soon, it crouched in the jar and stopped moving.

Because his six claws had been corroded to only bones.

But it was not dead, and its body kept shaking.

In Witt's eyes, it was the strange power contained in the soil that kept pouring into the body of the Grabidragon.

With the influx of that strange energy, the appearance of the Grabidragon began to change greatly.

The carapace on its back was corroded and tattered, and the transparent wings hidden under the carapace turned black and grew a layer of fine black scales.

The bones of the six legs began to mutate, forming a unique structure that allowed it to support its body with only the leg bones without affecting its movements.

Just like a bone dragon, an undead dragon, or that strange beast.

The originally golden pupils were stained with a touch of blood, and the panic revealed in the pupils turned into cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

The originally small jaws also turned into a pliers, which was very aggressive.

"Hiss~~~"

Witt, who saw the entire process of Grabidramon from contact with the soil to the end of the transformation, couldn't help but take a deep breath!

This power is too terrible!

Originally, Witt didn't believe that power could be divided into evil and justice.

After all, as a natural element that can give birth to life, it also has a side that can deprive life.

If the dark element is used well, it can also have a healing effect.

However, Witt dared to conclude now that the existence with this power is definitely evil!

Looking at the mutated Grabi dragon beast in the crystal jar, which was desperately attacking the jar and trying to escape from it, Witt's eyes flashed with worry.

The soil was infected by the corpse after it turned into thick water, and the corpse floated all the way down from the ice field.

And the ice was produced by the zero-degree cold current sprayed by an extremely powerful dragon.

So, what kind of existence is fighting with the dragon?

Will the other party also possess this strange power, or more accurately, is it controlled by this power!

Of course, there is a core question here!

Where does this power come from?

In forty years, Witt can't be said to be well-read, but he is extremely yearning for the outside world. For those books in the library that describe the strange stories of the dragon world, he has always accepted them all!

Therefore, Witt knew that every three hundred years, a cold wave would move southward from the Great Icefield.

However, he had never seen a description of such a power!

However, the origin of this power was no longer very important. What was important was what was happening in the Great Icefield now?

Did the dragon destroy the source of this power?

Did any living beast escape from the Great Icefield?

Are there any similar ice blocks floating downstream along the Moon Shadow River, or was he just lucky enough to pick up the only one!

Uh... well, Witt already had an answer to the last question.

Where can there be so many coincidences in this world?

I am afraid that there are already quite a few similar ice blocks that have drifted downstream along the river. Even this power may have spread to some places.

Witt shook his tail in annoyance. If this is true, it would be dangerous for them to go downstream along the Moon Shadow River.

But if they don’t go this way, he doesn’t know the way!

Scratching his head, Witt cursed softly, then grabbed the jar and rushed to the cave.

There is still an open jar in the cave.

If a ball dragon or something like that runs in and knocks over the jar, or falls in, it will be bad.

Who knows if they will be infected after being attacked by this mutant dragon beast.

Linsdak is still sleeping!

Soon, Witt returned to the cave.

When he saw Antawana lying next to the jar, he was relieved.

Hearing the noise, Antawana turned around and looked at Witt in confusion.

"What happened? You look so nervous?"

"No one has touched the soil in the jar since I left!"

Antawana shook her head.

"Don't worry, I came here just after you left.

By the way, what's the matter with the black soil in here? I feel disgusted when I look at it."

Hearing this, Witt smiled bitterly.

"That's right, disgusted!"

As he said this, he placed the jar containing the mutated Grabidramon in front of Antawana...