The sky was already enveloped in a gloomy cloud. Illuminated by a beam of silver light, demonic Hell Black Dragons emerged one after another from the dark chaos barrier. In total, there were twelve of these Black Dragons of varying sizes hovering in the sky, their gaze fixated on Liu Zhenhan. Their pitch-black wings formed a shadow that blocked out the sky and sun. The sparks sprayed from their dragon snouts filled the air with the scent of sulfur, permeating the entire space.
At this moment, everyone had already taken shelter behind Liu Zhenhan except for the Evil-eye Tyrant. No one dared to stay calm and collected in front of so many Hell Black Dragons. Moer was a semi-exception. Even now, the little girl insisted on attacking the Hell Black Dragon that ambushed Liu Zhenhan and the Evil-eye Tyrant who attacked Gerein with magic lightning and water arrows.
