Xuan Chen looked at him with icy eyes. As a member of the Dragon Race, his hatred for the Devil Race was plain for all to see. He had no intention of answering, and simply transformed before everyone's eyes, becoming a massive ice-blue dragon that coiled within the formation.
At that moment, everyone stared in stunned silence, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
Even Rong Huan, hovering in midair, froze. They had never expected that the spirit that had suddenly appeared was once a dragon!
Beneath his bamboo hat, Ji Xiu's eyes were also filled with shock. Only after a long while did he let out a strange laugh and say, "So it was a dragon. No wonder he could emerge from the formation."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward Bi Fan. Though he still lay unconscious, anyone with eyes could see that the dragon and formation that had appeared so suddenly had both come from him.
But no one knew how a half-dead man had managed to release this formation at the most critical moment. Even Ling Xiaoxiao could only guess at the answer.
The ice-blue dragon's eyes glinted as he stared at the people below. At last, the rage he had held inside for so long could be unleashed.
Xuan Chen raised his head and let out a long roar. Its thunderous sound carried intense grief and indignation, a heartbroken unwillingness to accept what had happened, searing regret, and bleak sorrow.
As he roared, his powerful aura seemed to stir the entire mountain range, which faintly rumbled in response.
Dragon Severing Mountain Range—the former Spiritual Dragon Mountain Range, birthplace of the Dragon Race and their true ancestral home—naturally answered its long-lost wanderer, greeting him in silent jubilation.
After his roar, he gazed impassively below as all the