Looking at the black brick Ye Ling raised, the giant dragon trembled all over, and its eyes involuntarily flashed with expressions of fear.
Yes, it was afraid, truly afraid. This was no human being; it was practically a humanoid monster.
Demon Race cultivators progress slowly in their cultivation, but the Heavenly Dao has a particular predilection for their physical bodies, bestowing them with strength beyond human imagining.
Only a few, like the Divine Skills created by behemoths like the Qing Emperor, could possibly surpass them. Otherwise, among their peers, the physical prowess of the Demon Race is an absolutely invincible existence.
But today, today it was actually threatened by a human, who claimed he'd break its claw with a damned brick, and then did it?
Is talking that simple? Moreover, the giant dragon had never experienced such a feeling, never once—it was despair, the loss of all hope.
