The immense shadow loomed above the high sky, like mountains and peaks, its majestic oppressive aura blanketing the heavens and enveloping this world, shaking the souls of those present, causing every king's courage to tremble.
Such was its aura that it struck fear in all who witnessed it!
Ahead, the enormous dragon shadow gradually became clear, radiating a brilliance for tens of thousands of meters, as if a golden Holy Mountain appeared there. It was the legendary descendant of the Dragon Tribe's Royal Bloodline—the Lion King Dragon.
"You're actually still alive?!" The Old Yaksha's face displayed an expression of disbelief.
The Asura Semi Ancestral's red hair danced wildly as he said in shock, "When Dragon Island was sealed, although you opened a door of escape for some of the Dragon Clan's mighty ones with your unparalleled divine might, didn't you eventually fall tragically?"
