This bead was exuding a terrifying aura.
The thunderbolt was pervasive within it, as if all the thunderbolts in the world originated from this purple bead.
It hovered in mid-air, its surface crackling with electricity and thunder, the oppressive feeling it gave was immensely strong.
At this moment, the purple bead seemed to be sealed, floating in mid-air, wrapped in chains of purple iron.
These chains controlled it, trapping the purple bead here, unable to leave.
A purplish light radiated from it, enveloping two giant winged dragons within it.
"What is this thing?" Qin Shuang exclaimed.
"Don't talk," Xu Zimei said.
However, the conversation between the two eventually disturbed the slumbering winged dragons.
This place was indeed too silent, every minor sound of wind blowing or grass stirring seemed out of place.
When the two winged dragons awoke, they fixed their oppressive gaze upon the two ants before them.
