The Death Dragon's entire body radiated an icy aura of deathly stillness and destruction.
Its dragon eyes burned with a faint blue glow like ghost fire, flickering on its dark silver head like two clusters of netherworld flames that would never go out.
Even without breathing, wisps of black, deathly evil energy continually seeped from its mouth and nose.
That black energy leaked through its nostrils and the gaps at the corners of its mouth, lingered in the air for a moment, then swiftly dispersed beneath the afternoon sunlight without leaving a trace.
It lay beside Electrolux, its six wing bones, dark silver shading into ink-black, folded against its back. Its gaunt, towering body rested atop the deserted island's jagged rocks, and its four ink-black claws dug deep into the ground, crushing a ring of fine cracks into the stone beneath them.
This was the result of half a month's hard work by Feng Qingyang and Electrolux.
The Dark Silver Death Dragon...
Only after hearing Feng Qingyang and Electrolux's explanation did Ling Luochеn, who had been frightened by the Dark Silver Death Dragon and was still sulking, calm down a little.
She walked slowly up to the Dark Silver Death Dragon, her steps carrying a trace of lingering caution.
Her beautiful azure eyes swept over its body, from its gaunt ribs to its six folded wings, from its dark silver scales to its ink-black claws. The longer she looked, the more contradictory it seemed.
Call it holy, yet its body was so gaunt and grotesque, every rib protruding, the joints of its spine faintly visible, its limbs so thin they seemed wrapped in nothing but a layer of dried skin.
Call it eerie, yet the dark silver scales covering its body constantly exuded a strangely sacred air.
Those scales overlapped