Ancient Dragon Duels Dragon Descendant Clan Leader
"Please release our clansmen."
From within the valley came a low, powerful voice, making the already churning thick fog even more terrifying, laced with a chill, sinister cold.
The surrounding Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan members all stared at the dragon-shaped warship ahead with furious, wary, icy eyes.
The dragon-shaped warship hovered in midair, its hull gleaming with a metallic sheen. The dragon statue at its prow looked lifelike, as though cold flames smoldered within its eyes.
Lin Fan stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, his expression tranquil as still water, as if those words just now had been nothing more than an insignificant breeze.
His gaze casually swept across the many Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan members below. He had no intention of speaking, merely giving a faint look to his side.
Beside him, the Primordial Ancient Dragon stood with his arms folded.
He was exceptionally tall, his long robe billowing faintly in the wind, an innate oppressive aura radiating from his body.
Receiving Lin Fan's look, he understood at once and stepped forward to the edge of the warship's deck.
From on high, he looked down upon the figures of the other races in the valley.
His eyes were black and icy, like a frigid pool in the depths of winter, devoid of the slightest warmth. His gaze slowly swept over those Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan members before finally settling on the figure at their head, clad in a dark-golden robe.
"Who are you?" the Primordial Ancient Dragon asked. His voice was not loud, yet it rolled through the valley like muffled thunder, making even the surrounding mist tremble faintly.
The moment his words fell, an uproar erupted among the Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan members.