The formation unfolded heaven and earth, forming a space of its own. Unless it was broken, where could anyone run?
A golden fire dragon twenty thousand miles long streaked across the sky, its might surging. The void twisted wherever it passed, nearly collapsing. As one claw came down, golden flames surged around its enormous talons. An invisible RIP seemed to ring out as the claw tore several terrifying cracks through the void.
Below, a silver dragon with a three-thousand-mile wingspan fled in panic. Its scales bristled, and each beat of its wings whipped up terrible gales. It was incredibly fast.
But suddenly, every scale on its body stood on end. The threat of death struck its heart.
Roar!
Driven by desperation, it turned to face the terrifying fire dragon swooping down from behind. Silver light blazed across its body like flames, casting a radiance across ten thousand miles.
But the fire dragon brought its claw down without mercy. The void split apart. With a POOF, the ninth-rank silver dragon's body exploded, staining the sky with blood!
Killing a ninth-rank dragon took the fire dragon just one swipe of its claw. It swept its tail toward another ninth-rank powerhouse fleeing for his life.
He was an extraordinarily handsome, silver-haired young man, with a face that could make ninety percent of women shriek. His eyes were as captivating as stars, and a pair of pure-white wings spread behind him.
His wings spanned only eight meters, shrouded in holy white light. With his charming looks and sacred wings, he resembled an angel from legend.
Saint Spirit, chief of the Winged Race, was a top-tier ninth-rank powerhouse, strong enough to challenge the Sacred Dragon King, chief of the Dragon Race. But after witnessing the Sacred Dragon King's death with his own eyes, he had