Having reached the depths of the Land of White Mist, the white fog here was even denser and more powerful, visibility was lower, and the atmosphere more bizarre.
Suddenly!
Ye Lanxi's heart jolted. She raised her head to look at the sky, the three rune rings within her pale vertical pupils spinning continuously.
"My lord! Something incredibly terrifying is coming."
Zhao Fu's expression immediately turned grave. He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the sky shrouded in white mist.
Roar!
A tremendous dragon's roar rang out. Countless wisps of white mist churned and rolled, then slowly dispersed, revealing a vast open space. In the sky hovered an enormous Divine Dragon.
This Divine Dragon had a slender body stretching over ten thousand meters. Its scales were silver-white, its pair of dragon horns like white jade. Its whiskers and the mane along its neck seemed to be formed from white mist, while white fog coiled around its four well-proportioned dragon claws. It swam gracefully through the sky, radiating immense dragon might.
The Divine Dragon appeared in the sky, its pair of white, mist-like dragon pupils staring down at Zhao Fu and Ye Lanxi on the ground. It spoke in a clear young man's voice tinged with anger, "Who are you? Do you know that you intruded into my territory and killed so many mist beasts?"
Ye Lanxi turned her gaze toward Zhao Fu. With her current strength, she could not withstand this Divine Dragon.
Zhao Fu's expression did not change as he met the Divine Dragon's gaze. "We came here looking for a place, one made entirely of gold. Do you know where it is?"
The Divine Dragon's expression turned solemn. "How did you find this place?"
Zhao Fu replied blandly, "You need not concern yourself with that. Just tell us,