Tyrant Dragon

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the world was shrouded in dimness. The heavens were filled with overcast clouds, like a curtain of death descending from the firmament. An eerie, terrifying aura instantly spread between heaven and earth.

Within those deathly storm clouds, a vast and majestic castle flickered in and out of sight at the horizon. At the same time, blood-colored waves of air surged skyward from within the castle, dyeing the clouds above with an unimaginable crimson hue.

The world was utterly silent, still as death, without a single sound.

The castle carried the weathered aura of countless passing years, as though it had crossed time and space from the ancient ages. It was like a vortex of death, endlessly devouring boundless deathly qi. The rolling black clouds resembled a whirlpool as they slid toward the city.

The black mist slowly faded, but the sight there became even more terrifying and sinister. Countless bones floated around the castle. Amid that vast sea of bones stood a grim castle, exuding an indescribable horror.

Occasionally, several humanoid skeletons with gray wings flew out from the castle. Endless deathly qi spread downward in mighty waves as their hollow eye sockets overlooked the isolated island below.

This was an island suspended alone in the sea.

On the isolated island, tigers roared and apes cried, while ancient trees and dense forests covered the land. More than ninety percent of the island was blanketed by primeval forest. Towering ancient trees blocked out the sky and sun, while all manner of ferocious birds and savage beasts roamed freely. It was entirely a scene from the Wild Desolation era.

Yet at that moment, a cold deathly aura suddenly tore through time and space, sweeping over everything. The isolated island, once filled with the endless roars of