A dragon's roar, louder than all thunder, seemed to echo through the depths of their souls, instantly exemplifying the way higher-order spiritual beings suppress common creatures.
Upon hearing that dragon's roar, Tang Xiaojiu had no particular reaction, but Jin Lu immediately turned deathly pale.
A massive white dragon rose straight from the abyss!
Thunder exploded, wind raged, rain poured.
Towering waves instantly rolled into the vortex. The massive white dragon soared through the sky, and in the flashing lightning, all living creatures knelt in reverence.
Tang Xiaojiu's eyes were fixed on the dragon, disbelief written all over her face.
Her voice raspy, she yelled at the top of her lungs:
"Tang Xian, Tang Xian!"
The sound of wind and rain was like steely hooves crossing a frozen river; Tang Xiaojiu's voice was instantly overwhelmed, but Jin Lu, who was close by, heard her.
She suddenly looked towards the head of the dragon, her eyes widening in shock.
