Zhu Minglang stood on the back of the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, slowly ascending into the sky.
Linghu Ling and Wu Xiao followed closely, stepping into the luxurious, leather-wrapped nest of the Lei Dragon.
Perhaps in the eyes of those with similar cultivation, it was an extremely luxurious and dignified dragon bed, but in Linghu Ling's eyes, it was exceptionally fierce and horrifying. Many of the hides included faces and scalps that had been peeled off together, and it was common to see the flat faces of fierce beasts there, wearing an eerie expression of agony.
Primitive and cruel, the Lei Dragon's predilections were bizarre to the extreme. Most importantly, it couldn't clean these beast skins, dragon skins, and demon skins as cleanly as humans could, resulting in residual flesh and bones emitting a strong stench of blood, making the entire nest reek.
