Looking at the nine figures who had almost teleported to his side and sealed the surrounding space with ice blades, Li Rui's eyes were neither sad nor happy as he took a deep breath.
Immediately after, he exhaled a materialized high-temperature breath, allowing the accumulated anger with nowhere to vent to devour his reason.
"Demonic Dragon, descend!"
"The proud Dragon has regrets!"
"A feast!"
Dark golden scales covered his skin, and ferocious bone spikes protruded high. Amidst the crackling sounds of his body twisting, a terrifying monster that looked like a dragon yet was not a Dragon, and like an insect yet was not an insect descended into this world!
"Roar!"
In an instant, one-third of the world was occupied by brutal and ferocious monsters, and the originally vast and spacious spiritual domain instantly became narrow and narrow.
Smooth! Slash!
