People wailed, the city burned, and a black dragon soared above the starry sky.
Swords, spears, blades, and clubs—wave after wave of powerful energy in every color blasted toward the black dragon.
Crackling and popping, explosions rang without end. It was as if, even higher than the sky, multicolored fireworks were constantly burning.
A withered, skeletal old man in monk's robes stood beneath the starry sky, both feet suspended in midair. The golden kasaya on his body snapped loudly in the fierce wind.
He gazed at the black dragon with compassion and said, "With your body heavily wounded, how could you escape the united siege of hundreds of human elites? Surrender without a struggle and let me imprison you beneath Burning City. That way, your people may still retain a sliver of hope for survival. If you resist to the bitter end, your entire clan will be slaughtered. Why bring this upon yourself?"
The only response was the black dragon's blood-red eyes and heavy panting.
Betrayed and used by those despicable humans, with most of its people slaughtered and rivers dyed red with blood—and they still wanted it to surrender?
"Why bring this upon yourself?" The old man sensed the black dragon's defiance and sighed softly. "Why bring this upon yourself? Dragons are innocent by nature, yet possessing immense supernatural powers is considered a crime. For the sake of all living beings beneath heaven, this old monk has no choice but to go against his heart and strike ruthlessly."
His body flickered, and he flew toward the black dragon.
The black dragon raged. It opened its blood-filled maw and spat dragon breath at the old monk.
Whoosh—
Massive waves of flames erupted. Vast stretches of black clouds were ignited by the fire, then burned into a sea of crimson clouds