Great Emperor Shura was obviously trying to assert his dominance in front of Jiang Chen and dampen the latter's spirit. He whistled lightly and made a gesture.
The black winged drake suddenly let out a long whistle and raised its neck to the sky. The pair of large fleshy wings on its back rose high and flapped continuously.
Whoosh!
Strong astral winds instantly swept through the heavens and earth, forming a terrifying aura that enveloped the surroundings of the arena.
The drake's laughter was accompanied by a terrifying aura of ferocity. It formed a terrifying aura and pounced towards Jiang Chen.
"Young Lord Zhen, don't tell me that you don't even have a contracted spirit creature?" Emperor Shura was incredibly haughty and full of himself. He was a hunter playing with his prey.
