The tribulation clouds in the sky gathered thicker and thicker, golden lightning weaving through them like giant pythons roaring.
The Dragon God's gaze swept toward the Shadow Twin Scythes. That illusory nine-colored figure trembled slightly, and the fury in its dragon eyes gradually faded.
The Shadow Twin Scythes also raised its head to look at it. A suffocating aura of death flowed across its crescent-shaped blades, cold and silent.
That face had no features, yet the Dragon God could clearly feel that it did not regard it as worthy of notice at all. That indifference sent a chill through the Dragon God's heart.
Buzz!
The Shadow Twin Scythes slightly lifted itself, raising the crescent blades circling its body and pointing them at the Dragon God's illusory head.
There was no flashy radiance on the blades, only pure killing intent. Like Death's scythe, once they fell, even the soul would shatter.
The Dragon God's blood-red eyes instantly cleared. It finally realized that the thing before it was not something it could provoke.
It understood very well that if they fought, its soul would never withstand a single strike. It would not even have a chance to flee before being cleaved in two.
Sigh!
The Dragon God let out a long sigh, carrying ten thousand years of unwillingness and regret, as though it had been squeezed from the depths of its soul.
In the end, it compromised. Its illusory body bent slightly, as if bowing to the Four Great Dragon Kings, or perhaps bowing to fate.
"Very well. I'll leave the Beast Clan to you."
The moment those words were spoken, the Four Great Dragon Kings fell silent. The Mountain Dragon King lowered its head and stopped looking at it.
The Ice Dragon King withdrew her crystalline wings. A complicated expression flashed