Xu Yuan raised both hands. He made a hand gesture, and suddenly behind him, the silhouette of a silver-colored dragon appeared.
The suppression generated by the dragon's silhouette successfully suppressed the entire battlefield. Even the gray-robed youth frowned slightly as the spiritual fluctuations within his body were slightly frightened when he saw the dragon behind Xu Yuan.
"What kind of dragon is that? Only this time have I felt the true majesty of a dragon," the gray-robed youth muttered.
Jiang Tao's face turned paper white, so pale that he could not show any other expression.
Indeed, the sharp vortex that had surrounded him earlier had disappeared, but why did he feel that the disappearance of the vortex would bring about even greater danger? This time, the feeling was horrible.
