Duree recognized this scepter. It was not that he had never coveted the Dragonkin Clan, but even if all of the Dragonkin's lower gods had died out, he still would not have dared invade them. The reason was this scepter.
The Tyrant Dragon Scepter was forged from the skulls of eight lower-god-tier dragons, the spine of one lower-god-tier dragon, and countless treasures. It had only one purpose: imprisoning its target.
This was the Dragonkin Clan's final trump card. Once used, it could imprison its target for endless ages. Unless one's strength had reached the peak of the mid-god tier or above, escape from this barrier was absolutely impossible.
"Y-you really slaughtered the entire Dragonkin Clan? How is that possible? They had over a million clan members, more than ten Demigod Tier experts, and countless lower-god-tier treasures." Duree was truly terrified.
Lu Yang smiled faintly. He could not see Duree's location, nor could he be bothered to look at where the Purifying Skyfire was attacking. He simply gazed ahead and said leisurely, "I ambushed them. Every one of them entered my space, and I burned them all to death in one blaze. Oh, right, this fire of mine is called Purifying Skyfire. No matter what divine artifact you use to block the heat, this white Purifying Skyfire will revert it to its original material form. Bain died by my hand with more than a dozen divine artifacts in his possession. You should stop struggling too. The sooner you die, the less pain you'll suffer."
"I don't believe it. I don't believe it!" Duree completely lost his mind. Deep down, he already believed Lu Yang's words. Otherwise, Lu Yang could not possibly have obtained this Dragon Head Scepter.
Now he was trapped to death within this space, constantly assaulted by flames. He