WHOOSH!
Through the dense, smoky air above the charred ground, a massive dragon tore across the sky, its scales shimmering like molten metal under the moonlight.
SWOOSH!
The creature's wings sliced through the air with a swift gush, leaving a powerful gust behind, yet Wang Xiao stood unfazed atop it, steady and unfazed.
In his arms, he held two small dragon cubs, Lanmei and Baixue—prizes he'd managed to "borrow" from Zhenxi while she slept, a feat not easily accomplished.
Now, with the bright moon illuminating their path, all three set their sights on the same destination, a shared purpose guiding their journey through the night.
BAM!
A sonic boom exploded behind them as they surged forward, the shockwave shaking the desolate landscape below.
After Wang Xiao's last battle, the once-thriving Hollow Earth was reduced to scorched, barren wasteland—a realm left barely habitable.
