A colossal dragon stretched between heaven and earth. Its head alone was like an endless universe.
Its horns rose like two divine trees reaching into the heavens, with countless branches. An eerie light flowed along each one, powerful enough to tear the void apart.
Its whiskers hung like two surging black rivers, drifting in the wind. Every sway sent the void trembling violently.
Its scales were black as ink, each one as large as a mountain. Ancient patterns of law had formed naturally upon them, glowing faintly and sketching out the first opening of Chaos.
Most terrifying of all were its eyes.
They were blood-red slit pupils, cold and brutal. From on high, they looked down upon Nie Zhao as though he were an ant.
This was Liu Zheng's true form.
An ancient aberrant beast, a mutated Black Dragon of Chaos.
"Hiss..."
On the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's viewing platform, countless soldiers sucked in a sharp breath.
This dragon was ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than the Ancestral Dragon War Soul summoned earlier by the Ancestral Dragon Battle Formation.
The pressure in his bloodline made their minds quiver, as though even their souls were trembling.
"So this is Liu Zheng's true form?"
Nie Zhao narrowed his eyes at the enormous dragon blotting out the sky. A trace of gravity flashed through them.
He knew Liu Zheng belonged to the Demon Race. He knew Liu Zheng's true form was a mutated dragon.
But he had never imagined it would be this terrifying.
That aura was already infinitely close to the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
"Marshal Nie, you'd best be careful from here on."
The dragon spoke, his voice like thunder from the nine heavens, setting the void humming.
The moment his words fell, the dragon moved.
He used no divine