Within the crimson river that had split open across the sky above the Shattered Island Domain.
A pair of pupils like cold stars in the abyss gazed indifferently down upon the vast land below.
His body was as immense as a mountain. His ridge-like Dragon Bone was crystalline and translucent, while his spread wings seemed to be the very roof of the heavens, shrouding the world beneath them.
Cold winds howled in from all directions, like soldiers crowding around this great existence. Within the biting chill was a thick sense of decay and death, rolling outward across the surrounding world.
He was imposing, venerable, cold, and terrifying.
He was nothing like those Dragons built from flesh and blood. Not a trace of flesh could be seen on his body—only a magnificent frost-silver skeleton and the deep-blue Dragon Flame contained within his Dragon Bone body, filled with the utmost cold and decay.
He was unmistakably a Frost Giant Dragon in a super-evolved form, an undead lifeform with not the slightest resemblance to the other Flesh Giant Dragons.
Nor could anyone tell that this was a flesh-and-blood lifeform walking the path of Heavenly Aberration Eternal Life.
But this was the High Hunting Grand Duke.
For an existence like this, flesh and blood were hardly an inconvenience.
Anything could become flesh and blood.
"This is the High Duke, the apex powerhouse who controls a domain within Dragon Sleeping Valley—the existence that wields conceptual power."
This terrifying existence was currently within the crimson river, in the location closest to the Taixuan War Zone.
He slowly but firmly took one step after another.
The farther forward he stepped, the greater his strides became, and the might surging toward the front grew increasingly horrifying.
The Ice Burial Grand Duke was descending.
"Withdraw the entire army."
Mu