As she stepped completely out of the shadows, her figure was fully revealed. Her silver-white hair fell loosely behind her, its tips reaching all the way to her ankles. The strands were incredibly soft, yet possessed the texture of silver crystal. Her beauty was beyond description; no words could do justice to her peerless face. Years spent underground had left her skin slightly pale. Her violet eyes stood out beneath the silver-white battle armor that wrapped her entire body, though the contours of the armor still revealed her alluring figure.
Her eyes were incomparably beautiful, framed by long, curled lashes. Her violet gaze was clear and limpid, but now it contained only fury and killing intent. The chill within them made one shudder from head to toe.
The twelve-foot spear in her hand scraped against the ground. It was her weapon, the Silver Dragon Spear. The cold gleam reflected by its tip spoke of its sharpness—and of its thirst for blood.
"By Lord's command, even if I die, I will make them feel the terror of the Dragon God!"
"You do not understand what I mean. This is a battle to the death, but you are not qualified to set foot on this battlefield." Faced with Di Tian's fighting spirit, the Silver Dragon King rejected him. She did not need Di Tian to join this war that was doomed to fail.
"Why, Lord? I was taught by the Dragon God since childhood. I have the Dragon God Claw. The Dragon God Claw can definitely kill those bastard God Officials!" He looked at his hands. This was the divine skill the Dragon God had bestowed upon him, his trump card, and his greatest source of confidence.
"And then what? If we all die here, how will the Spirit Beasts' future and