“Hrr…hrr…”
That old purple grain dragon sandalwood had been gasping heavily and weakly. He leaned against a cliff, many of his branches were shattered into pieces, while a big half of those fruits hanging on his head had disappeared. Inside that pair of deeply hollowed eye sockets of his, the two deep-green colored, blazing pupil flames had now become much dimmer than before, looking like dying candle lights which were suffering in a hurricane.
That winded, huge leopard leaned against the old tree, continuously showing his teeth and letting out raging and desperate roars, while spurting out puffs of black smoke from his mouth.
