The golden lightning that illuminated the Intersecting Boundaries continued for over half an hour.
After more than half an hour, the lightning scattered, and Xue Jing's eyes reflected the appearance of the True Dragon at this time.
The form, slightly smaller than before, with its withered and shriveled body was far from the plump beauty of its previous healthy state, the cherry blossoms atop its Dragon Horn yellowed and withered as if they could rot away at any moment.
The once proud and dominating presence that seemed above all creatures, detached from the food chain, had vanished without a trace, and in the dark golden vertical pupils, there was not even room for anger, only the visible exhaustion.
However, when it looked down and noticed Xue Jing standing with his arms crossed, appearing nonchalant, an endless hatred ignited in its pupils.
Then... it turned around and flew off into the distance.
Xue Jing was startled.
"Hey, it thinks it can run away?"
