Only now did Su Fan understand why those Half-step Great Demons had remained hidden and motionless all along.
The pressure radiating from the True Dragon was as though Heaven's Dao itself had descended. Any thought of coveting it was like striking a rock with an egg—a blatant offense against the laws of heaven and earth.
The roiling dark clouds in the sky seemed to be wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand, madly converging into a huge vortex.
The center of the vortex was black as ink, deep as the entrance to the netherworld, as if it meant to swallow every living thing beneath heaven.
Amid the blood-red clouds, the True Dragon glared furiously, flames capable of burning heaven and earth dancing in its amber vertical pupils.
It raised its head and let out a dragon's roar that shook heaven and earth. The sound waves transformed into golden ripples, and wherever they passed, space hummed and shuddered like the surface of a battered drum.
The dragon might spreading down from the sky unfurled like a tangible force. In the distance, the mountains trembled as gravel pattered down, while the vegetation covering their surfaces instantly yellowed, as though all their vitality had been drained away.
The dragon might surged down from the firmament like a raging tide, spreading outward in tangible waves.
The distant mountains shed gravel with a rustle amid the trembling. The vegetation on their slopes instantly lost its vitality, withering and decaying as though its soul had been torn away.
Su Fan's teeth chattered uncontrollably. A chill raced from his tailbone to the crown of his head, as if countless icy needles were crawling along his spine.
The space within a thousand miles was clenched tightly by an invisible force, and the air grew as sticky as syrup.