The Black Dragon King hovered in midair, its massive wings spread wide and blotting out the canopy overhead.
Its golden dragon eyes gazed down majestically, their vertical pupils reflecting the outline of the entire Star Dou Great Forest.
It was as though no living thing between heaven and earth could hide beneath that gaze.
Its right claw reached out and firmly caught the incoming Silver Dragon Spear.
At the instant the spear shaft touched the dragon claw.
A terrifying silver-black halo exploded outward from the point where the Black Dragon King met the silver spear.
Wherever the halo passed, the air trembled with a humming vibration.
The trees within several hundred meters all bent in unison, their branches and leaves drooping as if bowing before some supreme existence.
Even the towering ancient trees that had stood for ten thousand years bent into astonishing arcs beneath that pressure.
Their trunks creaked under the unbearable strain, yet stubbornly refused to break.
The air was filled with a frightening, sacred, ancient pressure.
It was as if something that had slumbered for countless ages was slowly awakening between heaven and earth.
That aura carried the vast desolation of ancient times.
It was like the first dragon cry uttered when the first divine dragon looked up at the sky at the dawn of creation.
Roars of beasts rose and fell from the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Even the Soul Beasts that usually ruled their own territories now cried out with undisguised fear and submission.
The Black Dragon King circled through the air once.
Its enormous wings left behind two trails of black airflow that remained condensed without dispersing.
The silver-radiant spear was clenched tightly in its dragon claw.
The silver glow flowing over the spear and the black light surging across the