Black Dragon glanced at the astonished Turner across from him and chuckled softly. "You don't recognize me? Hah, I'm truly disappointed. Perhaps I have been too modest—none of you seem to know who I am."
"Hmph, who exactly are you?" Turner and Ivy had only come out for a drink and hadn't brought guns. Ivy, who had always favored firearms, never parted from hers. Turner had no choice but to clench his fists, preparing to fight this strange and sinister stranger.
Black Dragon observed Turner's expression and smiled. "I could tell you... but you're already a man doomed to die. What good would it do you to know?"
"Damn it, you're the one who's going to die!" Turner spat, then swung his massive fist at Black Dragon with full force.
From beneath Black Dragon's robe, a tentacle suddenly emerged, coiling tightly around his arm as he chuckled darkly. "I haven't even told you my name yet. Why are you so eager to die? Remember, I'll be waiting for you in hell. My name is Black Dragon."
Upon hearing the name, Turner froze. Furrowing his brow, he muttered, "Black Dragon... the leader of the Evil Dragon Sect."
Black Dragon smiled again. Another tentacle slithered out behind him and slowly approached Turner's forehead. With a cold sneer, he said, "Yes, it's me. I've always wondered how your X Legion managed to defeat my beast horde."
"Hah, there are many things you wouldn't imagine. Besides, how powerful could your beast horde really be?" Turner retorted, grabbing one of Black Dragon's tentacles and trying to snap it.
To his shock, the tentacle was as unyielding as reinforced steel.
At that moment, Ivy, who had been silent, suddenly stepped back. She discarded her modified pistol and, with a swift motion, produced another handgun—a sleek silver pistol unlike any Turner had ever seen.
With a commanding tone, she shouted, "Brother, watch out!" Then she fired a shot.
The bullet struck the tentacle binding Turner's arm with unerring precision.
No one expected that Ivy, at such close range and with such speed, could react so swiftly. The shot shattered Black Dragon's tentacle with perfect accuracy.
Black Dragon glared at Ivy and cursed, "You're asking for death..."
Turner frowned, his massive fist crashing into Black Dragon's face. "You're the one who's going to die!" With a loud thud, Turner swung Black Dragon over in a powerful arc. Though not a supernatural being, Turner's strength rivaled that of the veteran White.
When Black Dragon rose from the ground, his expression was dark and grim. He glared fiercely at Turner. "You dare strike me?"
What happened next stunned everyone present. Though few in number, Black Dragon's method of attack left them all momentarily paralyzed.
Several tentacles suddenly shot out from beneath Black Dragon's robe—how many more he hid was unknown.
These tentacles lunged violently at Turner.
Ivy froze in shock. She never imagined her brother—the hero in her eyes—would be pierced through the chest by those tentacles in an instant.
Turner stared blankly at the tentacles embedded in his chest, feeling the slow spread of searing pain.
He was not only shocked but desperately concerned for his own life.
"Cough... how could this be..." Turner muttered weakly.
Black Dragon sneered arrogantly, "Now you see what kind of bastard you really are."
Ivy, watching the tentacles impaled in Turner's chest, cried out anxiously, "Brother, you can't die!"
Turner looked at Ivy with guilt and regret. "Ivy... run..."
Ivy hesitated, unable to comprehend fully. Raising her gun again, she aimed at Black Dragon, knowing that only by defeating him could she save Turner.
But the moment Ivy lifted the silver pistol, a black tentacle blocked her trigger. No matter what, she couldn't fire.
Black Dragon's power was beyond what Ivy and Turner could overcome.
Kneeling slowly with several tentacles piercing his chest, Turner's vitality was rapidly fading.
His consciousness blurred, overwhelmed by the sudden nightmare unfolding. He could no longer find the words to speak to Ivy.
Kneeling like a lifeless husk, Turner fell silent.
Tears streamed down Ivy's face. "Brother..."
Turner, barely able to whisper through the bloodied holes in his chest, summoned his last strength. "Run... run as fast as you can..."
No sooner had he spoken than Black Dragon's tentacles pierced him again. Like a nightmare, Turner's strength ebbed away until no words could escape.
Watching her brother's tragic state, Ivy roared in fury, "I'll fight you to the death...!"
But before she could act, several steel-like tentacles impaled her ample chest.
Turner and Ivy stared at the black tentacles piercing their chests in shock, blood dripping from the wounds behind them.
Black Dragon threw back his head and laughed recklessly. "You two are worthless trash, forcing me to act. You deserve to die. Ha ha ha..."
Despite the agony wracking her body and fading consciousness from blood loss, Ivy snarled, "You bastard... you won't have a good end. You'll die far more miserably than I..."
At that moment, far away in a corner of the military camp, the wolf king Bai Bai, resting quietly, suddenly rose. Sniffing the air, it detected a familiar scent, its eyes blazing with murderous intent.