A dragon's breath was no ordinary breath of flame—it was the breath of a true ancient dragon.
Every wisp of dragonfire contained within it was enough to refine an ordinary demon immortal powerhouse into ashes on the spot.
The Primordial Ancient Dragon had not held back much just now. The terrifying blaze had nearly turned the entire valley into a boiling sea of fire.
The flames devoured the grayish-white demonic mist, devoured the jagged black rocks, devoured everything that could burn.
By the time the raging flames gradually faded, there was nowhere left to stand in the valley. All that remained was a stretch of scorching magma, crimson and dark red intertwined, belching choking smoke and searing bubbles.
At that moment, every Spirit Vein Dragonkin had gone deathly pale.
They stood frozen atop the high rocks, their legs weak, the surging sea of magma reflected in their pupils. Even breathing had become difficult.
Some even staggered back several steps involuntarily, as though the blazing heatwave might swallow them as well at any moment.
In midair, that colossal shadow slowly circled.
Every dark-golden scale was as enormous as a house, gleaming with a metallic, icy luster beneath the magma's firelight.
The Primordial Ancient Dragon's massive head looked down below. Its golden eyes were like two cold moons, flashing with a frigid gleam too piercing to meet. Its dragon body coiled through the sky, every inch radiating the majesty of the primordial wilderness.
"Dragons... true dragons..."
An elderly man, drenched in cold sweat and white-lipped, muttered to himself.
He had lived for several centuries, yet he had never imagined that in his lifetime, he would personally behold a living ancient dragon with pure bloodline.
The trembling that rose from the depths of his bloodline nearly brought him to his knees.
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