"There's no escaping this fate."
Long Yan looked at the mountain-like dragon soul in front of him, his expression extremely solemn.
Before him, a dragon soul hovered, thousands of feet in length. Its head alone was as giant as a mountain, with a perfect and naturally born body. Each dragon scale was clearly visible.
This dragon soul was enveloped in thunder light, an overwhelming aura spreading out, filling the entire space. The suppressing aura weighed down on Long Yan's body, almost making him kneel on the ground.
This was the dragon soul the Purple Blood Jiaolong had mentioned, the soul of a True Dragon. Just that aura alone was incomparable to any Purple Blood Jiaolong.
However, at the center of this dragon soul's brow, there was a distinctive flame mark.
"Black Dragon, this is your relative. Speak up."
In the darkness, Long Yan spoke to the Black Dragon.
