Along with Zhou Chen's punch, the shadow of an Eight Desolates Ice Dragon with monstrous killing intent appeared out of thin air. The aura it emitted was so ancient and cold that just as it appeared in this blood-red world, the demon lord felt a chill run down its spine.
"What is that?!" In the long life of the demon lord, it had never seen such a creature. It was like a dragon without wings, like a spirit body, and had an ancient and powerful aura.
Sensing the threat to its life, the demon lord decided to retreat. With its teleportation ability, it had always had the right to decide the location of the battlefield.
However, this time, just as it teleported away and exited from a space node, it felt a terrifying killing intent. At the same time, it saw a mountain-sized Eight Desolates Ice Dragon's head biting at it!
"How is this possible?!"
