"What's the matter? Too scared to go in?" he said with a nonchalant smile, blue flames flickering faintly in his pupils. With the turn of his body, he crouched and leapt, thudding into one of the space fissures.
"This person is from the Overlord Clan," Yang Ji stated indifferently.
Roar!
Suddenly, a deep Dragon Roar sounded in the air, a dragon-shaped stream of air wildly spiraled from afar, and a figure materialized not far from everyone. The figure wore a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Robe, had a cold and aloof demeanor, had a pair of dragon horns on his head, and was surrounded by the noble golden aura of the Dragon Race.
Without giving Yang Ji and the others even a glance, he chose a space fissure and flew into it.
"Is that guy a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?" Zhong Jun said with a spark in his gaze.
"Little brother, a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, if caught, would make the most stylish mount," the Rotting Wooden Box whispered.
