Thunder rumbled and the waves surged.
The silver Dragon flapped its wings and flew over, moving forward in the rain, smashing countless raindrops into splashes. Its body had a prominent momentum, but there were many legendary dragons over thirty meters here, as well as many true dragons that were larger than garen.
He did not attract too much attention from the true dragons.
The true dragons roared in anger, their minds tense. Almost all of their eyes were focused on the clone of the original sun god.
Only the light Pope, who was maintaining the light domain, cast a look of joy at garen when he noticed him approaching. After taking a look, the light Pope did not say anything to garen. He shifted his gaze away and continued to activate the light domain with a pale face.
At the same time.
