Curse

A massive black dragon corpse, stretching for several miles, lay silently encased within that terrifying iceberg.

Bone-chilling cold seeped out from within the iceberg, making the Qingwen Dragon Python, despite being thousands of zhang away, feel as though its soul had been frozen solid!

"What terrifying cold! What exactly happened here? Who slew this black dragon and suppressed it here?!"

Little Green kept muttering,

partly because of the terrifying pressure radiating from that enormous black dragon corpse,

but even more because of the terrifying chill permeating the surrounding void!

This cold was far too terrifying!

The thick layers of ice all around them, extending more than ten miles deep, had probably been formed by the frigid air escaping from the iceberg that had frozen the black dragon!

This was merely the cold leaking out, yet it had already created such a terrifying sight!

If one accidentally touched it, then even a creature that had already entered the Void Realm level would probably be frozen solid and turned into an ice sculpture within the time it took to drink a cup of tea!

"It isn't a true dragon. It should be a Flood Dragon."

Yang Qingyun shook his head slightly from the side.

His gaze carefully examined the black Flood Dragon corpse sealed within the extremely frigid ice, and his expression grew solemn.

He seemed to see how, countless years ago, this black Flood Dragon had clashed with someone.

The Flood Dragon had raised its head and roared at the heavens in challenge,

while the figure in the sky had casually swung a blade through the air,

and in an instant,

the heavens and earth had frozen, and all things had congealed!

The Flood Dragon had been slain in an instant,

its body frozen beneath the lingering might unleashed by that