Zhou Heng looked at the shattered door panels and could not help but sigh. Why did people always love kicking down doors so much?
A towering man strode in, nearly ten feet tall. He wore only a shoulder-baring leather vest on his upper body, his chest exposed, and golden dragon scales could be seen growing in many places across his body!
The dragon race was broadly divided into two kinds: dragon form and human form.
In theory, those in dragon form possessed nobler bloodlines. They only needed to eat and drink their way to the Black Hole Realm; as for how many black holes they could form, that depended on just how concentrated their bloodline was.
Moreover, dragon form completely inherited the physique of divine beasts—terrifying brute strength and astonishing defense!
Just look at Little Flame. As a heaven-and-earth divine beast, it could take attacks from the Star Realm head-on while still a Bright Immortal and remain unhurt! Not immortal, but unhurt—this was an utterly terrifying thing!
Human form was different. Only after activating their bloodline could they truly wield the power of the dragon race. Only in that state could they be called divine beasts, and they could even fuse their physiques with their own Spiritual Power to gain even greater strength.
It sounded excellent and immensely powerful, but it came with a time limit. Even a Comet Thearch could only transform into dragon form for roughly an hour or two. Once their Bloodline Power was exhausted, it would take at least ten days to recover, while the transformation itself also consumed a great deal of Spiritual Power.
It could be called a double-edged sword. If they failed to kill their enemy while transformed, they would instead be placing themselves in peril.
Yet just as dragon forms differed in