A rain of stars filled the sky, while wildfires raged across the land.
Ten thousand beasts fled in panic. The mountains echoed in response, and heaven and earth were set ablaze and thrown into turmoil.
The black dragon circled high above, spewing vengeful flames at the humans it hated beyond measure.
Boom!
Boom!
The dragon breath was far too fierce, and its area of effect was far too vast. The human cultivators were caught off guard from the very beginning.
They fled, dodged, counterattacked—and wailed in agony.
The cultivators and their mounts struck by the dragon breath were either dead or wounded. Their losses were devastating.
It was a torrential rain of pear blossoms, a meteor shower falling from heaven—a disaster that the strength of humanity could hardly withstand.
"Senior Brother Xiuxian, run! The Dragon Clan is far too powerful. Don't clash with it head-on!"
"The black dragon is vicious! Everyone, run!"
"My life is over! My life is over!"
Cries rang out one after another, mixed with the calls and groans of monsters.
The human cultivators had suffered a crushing loss in the very first exchange.
The Dragon Clan had vanished for tens of thousands of years, and no one had fought them for tens of thousands of years. Almost everyone had forgotten how to battle dragons.
Throughout Shenzhou, stories of dragon slaying were common knowledge. Even the youngest children babbled about slaying dragons and becoming dragon-slaying heroes.
Yet when they truly faced such a scene, they discovered that reality was nowhere near as simple or satisfying as they had imagined.
The black dragon was highly skilled in battle. First, it unleashed indiscriminate dragon breath upon the human experts gathered together. Once those experts were forced to scatter, it began hunting them down one by one or in groups.