That dragon body that was several hundred meters long, that pair of bell-like dragon eyes, and that purple-gold dragon aura gave off a terrifying divine might that was difficult to regret. That lingering aura forced the bodies of the others to drop by quite a bit.
They all had the feeling that their subjects had met a king, and they wanted to bow down and worship him.
"Could it be that this person has the blood of the Dragon Clan?"
"It should be, otherwise he couldn't possibly possess such a strong dragon aura.
"It seems like our Northern Region side still has a chance of winning this battle. As long as we can take down the leader of the Devil Tiger Clan, I believe no one else will dare to act recklessly!"
...
That's right. Feng Yun had never used his full strength. To be exact, he had never used his full strength. He was merely using the power of the seventh level.
His concept... He hadn't even used his trump cards yet.
