"How... how is this possible?" Lei Dong's heart abruptly seized. He stared in utter shock at the terrifying flying dragon, which radiated an aura from the primeval past. It was huge—simply enormous. As it slowly flew into the sky, it looked like a floating island. Earlier, he had used a vengeful spirit to test it. Though the creature had displayed peerless strength then, that had been nothing compared to what he was seeing now.
The overwhelming pressure was so powerful that resistance was impossible. Though it wasn't directed at the three of them, they could no longer remain airborne and were forcibly pressed to the ground.
The Saintess's veil, which seemed as if it would never fall away, now fluttered off into the distance, revealing her stunningly beautiful face, with its hint of an exotic allure. Yet she looked as pale and desperate as Tantai Bingyun. Everyone knew that even if the dragon had been sealed five thousand years ago, its restraints would have long since broken under such a tremendous increase in power.
The colossal primeval flying dragon seemed to have noticed the three tiny humans. It only swept its eyes over them as if in passing, yet that alone nearly scattered their souls. A bitter smile appeared on Lei Dong's face. "Looks like we've run into a freak today. The gap in strength is just too great. That dragon could probably kill us with a sneeze."
"Lei Dong, how can you still joke around?" Tantai Bingyun's voice trembled uncontrollably. It wasn't that she was truly this afraid of death. It was simply the instinctive terror any living being felt when faced with a creature countless times more powerful than itself.
"I'm not joking. I'm just stating a fact. Oh, so the Saintess is quite beautiful after all." Lei