Dragon King... I knew you weren't wrongly accused.
It blotted out the sky, nearly the most outrageous form he'd ever seen. But even so, Fu Qian had no trouble recognizing its resemblance to the shadow Sunny had once conjured.
Not to mention the fangs covering its body, all in the classic style of Dimensional Poison.
The Warehouse's assessment had been quite realistic—the Dragon King wasn't a dragon. The scales were just a splendid garment he'd woven for himself.
At the time, Sunny had conjured almost nothing but the scales, so it hadn't been all that obvious.
Now, comparing them with the complete form, the scales looked as though they really had been put on, especially with that first impression in mind.
And if he imagined the scales falling away, the Higher Being's true form seemed quite different from the usual image of a great dragon.
Its body was more slender, its wing membranes more flowing, and it was almost impossible to tell whether its hide was chitin or real skin. It could even be imagined as an insect without seeming out of place.
These Higher Beings from the stars all seemed to have rather casual designs.
Fu Qian made a mental note.
He remembered the Warehouse saying the Dragon King hadn't come from this land, but from the stars—and was probably one of the first to have that identity confirmed.
Of course, this wasn't the time to discriminate. The Dragon King hadn't shown up just to strike a pose.
Roar—
A strange, explosive bellow burst from that body almost instantly.
It wasn't a roar in the ordinary, physical sense. As it swept across the area, Forsaken Prison shuddered as if the darkness had just shattered all over again.
The buildings didn't collapse, and even the bodies still sprawled beneath the