The entire evil dragon might be hundreds of miles long, and the slightest movement could cause the earth to shake and the mountains to quake!
Greystone slowly straightened her delicate body, her mouth agape: What kind of monster is this!? All her previous confidence had been shattered by this giant creature.
Owen Bertram had already walked alone to the foot of the mountain range. Amid the howling gale, rocks around were blown into the sky, but he remained unaffected. As long as the Sixth Great Realm didn't want to be disturbed, neither a single strand of his hair nor a piece of his clothes would be stirred by the wind.
The seven colossal dragon heads soared high, their eyes emitting a sinister brownish-yellow light, as they roared incessantly from above at Owen Bertram. He slightly raised his head and stomped lightly, ordering: "Disperse!"
