The howling wind carried countless debris, rushing in all directions.
The flames were dissipated, turning into countless flecks of light.
And beneath that shimmering light, there came the roar of a golden angel.
A beam of light fell, crystalline and translucent, descending without a sound.
However, it was the instant that this light appeared above the head of the golden angel that a loud boom resounded in the high sky.
Following that, countless booms echoed.
Two points of golden luminescence emerged, flickering with an indifferent and ferocious sheen.
Who could have imagined that these were the eyes of a dragon?
A presence utterly different from that of the golden angel and carrying a contempt for all life.
Clearly, his descent here was well prepared.
...
At this moment, Ghost Fang felt a chill permeate his body.
