Under the snow-capped mountains of the dragon lair, the two Divine Armaments who were just thrown out by Joshua were tumbling across the soft surface of the snow, before coming to a slow halt. Just when they were complaining all about it as they were ready to get hold of themselves a little, they heard a series of thunderous rumblings coming from above them.
Regardless of whether it was Ying who was hugging a dragon egg or Ling who was filling up a bottle with some inexplicable mist right beside the silver-haired girl, or Black which was sweeping its head to shake off the snow on top of its head, the three of them felt an overwhelming presence. All three of them could not help but lift their heads and look.
That presence was similar to Dragon's Might, however, it was a completely different sort of presence than Dragon's Might.
