The Reckless Golden Dragon

Dark clouds piled atop one another, churning and rolling like an enormous black curtain that weighed heavily over everything. Lightning flashed and thunder roared around them, while terrifying bolts descended from the sky and sent towering sprays of water into the air.

The sea wind howled past like the shrill wails of a banshee, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.

A stifling, heavy atmosphere pervaded the entire battlefield. Even the elite warriors from every race standing atop the towering, sturdy walls could not hide the trace of tension in their eyes.

The appearance of the Twilight Church's four top-tier floating cities and dozens of five-masted magic warships, each like some colossal beast, pushed that suffocating tension to its peak.

"Bzz... Bzz..."

The horn calls from the dozens of five-masted magic warships grew even more impassioned.

The next moment...

The clouds filling the sky were suddenly torn apart, and more than a thousand massive, ferocious dragons burst forth from the cloud layer alongside the sunlight.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Terrifying dragon might crashed down from the sky as if it were tangible. More than half of Thunder Island's defending forces instantly went pale, their morale plummeting.

They were all elite warriors from various races, battle-hardened and strong-willed.

But dragons were creatures whose life levels vastly surpassed their own. With more than a thousand of them present, this was no longer something that could be resisted through sheer willpower.

"Courting death! You dare release such laughable auras before me?"

A voice like heavenly thunder exploded out of nowhere. Zarick, the ruler of the Saint Nor Continent Dragons, descended from the heavens amidst flames vast enough to burn the entire world to ash.

He did not conceal the majesty of a Dragon King in the slightest. The aura emanating from his terrifying body, over three