Against the backdrop of the blood-red moon behind him, the Black Dragon bared its massive jaws and laughed. Its smile was sinister, eerie, and unbearably ugly.
In Zhong Feng's eyes, the Black Dragon's laugh was naturally hideous. Yet there was also something absurdly comical about it. If it had not been following him, if it had been pursuing and hunting someone else, Zhong Feng probably would not have been able to stop himself from laughing at the sight.
Whenever people spoke of giant dragons, they always associated them with words like majesty, tyranny, evil, and bloodlust.
But most people had never seen a real giant dragon.
Now that Zhong Feng had, he felt that although this dragon was indeed majestic, tyrannical, evil, and bloodthirsty, it also had a down-to-earth, almost ordinary side. It could actually laugh.
The distance between the two races instantly felt much smaller.
Of course, the distance between them in space was also closing without limit.
Even though he desperately urged the long sword beneath his feet onward, the Black Dragon still followed behind him with effortless ease, neither hurried nor flustered. It looked as though it would soon draw level with him.
Zhong Feng was terribly nervous. He knew that escaping with his life had become extremely difficult.
At a time like this, he had no leisure to curse the detestable Black Dragon for failing to pursue his other brothers and choosing him instead. He raised his right hand, and the flying sword beneath his feet flew into it.
The flames still burned, and the hilt remained hot from the excessive infusion of inner power.
Once the long sword was in his hand, Zhong Feng again urged his inner force, this time with even greater ferocity.
Whoosh!
The purplish-red flames flared brightly. The tongues of fire