Wherever the black dragon swept past, vast shadows fell.
Farmhands in the fields, townsfolk in the streets, merchants on the road... instinctively looked up. In a single instant, more than half their three souls and seven spirits were scared clean out of them.
"I-I'm not seeing things, am I? A dragon! It's really a dragon!"
"I thought Saint Dragons had gone extinct back in the Age of Chaos. To think they still exist in this world."
"If I could tame a spirit pet like that, wouldn't I be able to swagger sideways across all of Great Cang?"
"Tame him? Are you joking? That's a Demigod Rank being! A Great Emperor might be able to fight him, someone in the Quasi-Emperor Realm could barely cling to life, and someone in the Human Immortal Realm probably wouldn't even get a chance to attack before being wiped out!"
"Black clouds gather wherever he goes, thunder rolls without end, and supernatural phenomena fill the sky. Could it be... a Demon King has appeared?!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! If you catch his attention, he might swallow us all in one gulp to fill his belly!"
Wherever the black dragon went, chaos followed. Everyone panicked, at a loss for what to do, fleeing wildly through cities and forests.
Some wealthy merchants even cast aside their dignity and, in their desperation, jumped into roadside vats of pickled cabbage, asking only to survive.
"Insects."
Just as the black dragon said, those of the Human Race were no different from ants in his eyes.
He had no interest whatsoever in dealing with them.
All he wanted was to reach the sacred land of the Human Race the black eagle had described as quickly as possible.
The notion of a Demon King emerging among the Human Race had