A golden dragon appeared in the night sky. A dragon roar burst through the night sky. A dragon breath crushed the entire grassland flat.
Countless monsters lay on the ground submissively, trembling but not daring to move. Even the strongest and proudest Mountain-toppling Fiend was as such. Any of the monsters that attempted to raise their heads and look were turned into a smear of blood in the next moment. As for the dragon serpents that were fortunate enough to survive the battle, they spasmed across their body, as if they would commit suicide by twisting themselves into segments to express devotion.
This was because it was a dragon. It was an existence that was greater than the Golden-winged Great Peng. It was an existence at the apex, that approached godhood.
