The hulking figure had finally been revealed to them, which Laia identified as a Rot-Breath Drake. Its body was over fifty yards tall, and over one hundred yards long. It had grayish brown scales covering its entire body, which appeared similar to that of a dragons, only it had no wings. It had a tinge of dragon blood in its lineage, giving it incredible strength.
A thick aura of rot and death surrounded the drake, who's cultivation was in the Early Dao Transformation Realm. Before the drake was the corpse of another creature, one that had mostly been consumed. The remaining flesh on the massive corpse had started to rot from being near the drake, whose gaping maw crunched down on the flesh of the corpse once more.
"Can you handle it? Or should we go around it?" Laia asked softly.
