"Ding dāng dāng~~~~~~~"
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, like a metallic object, which the violent sand had slapped onto Bai Qi's body, and then rolled down in front of Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang glanced at it and discovered that it was a ring—white and shiny, so clean that not a speck of dust clung to it, and, astonishingly, it was unscathed despite the fierce apocalyptic sandstorm!
It was the Dragon Ring!
Zhu Minglang instinctively lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the hazy blood-red sky, and he saw the Heaven Dust Dragon radiating a milky white brilliance. These rays shone down like divine beams from the sky, forming a white curtain that shielded the onslaught of the Mad God's Sand.
However, the body of the Heaven Dust Dragon was still enveloped in a layer of strange dark material, like black chains that bound its dragon radiance, preventing it from releasing all the light of the White Dragon within its body.
