"Who are you?" Yan Heyan's heart lurched as he realized there was more to this than met the eye.
Blood baleful intent swirled around the true dragon, his mistlike aura roiling and surging. Even the spirit essence spilling from him flowed back in with each breath.
The many wounds the Yan clansmen had fought so desperately to inflict on him vanished in an instant.
The true dragon raised his head high, his body rearing and arching like a giant python poised to strike, his red eyes filled with cold, murderous intent.
The true dragon no longer showed any of his earlier savagery or madness. In their place was an unfathomable depth, vast as an abyss.
Although Yan Heyan's cultivation was too low to see directly through to his true nature, he knew this change was akin to replacing an entire soul. At some unknown point, Earth Dragon's will had vanished completely, replaced by something unknown.
The true dragon simply watched them in silence, without moving, yet his imperious presence was unmistakable, towering above all living beings and looking down upon everything.
That presence was so overwhelming that Yan Heyan, the Yan guards, and the clan's younger members dared not make the slightest move.
They all seemed to share an inexplicable instinct: if they so much as moved, they would be killed instantly, without the slightest chance of escape!
Too dangerous!
What in the world was happening?
Cold sweat streamed down Yan Heyan's body. Enduring the crushing sense that death was imminent, he forced himself to attack again.
"Whatever you are, you must die!"
He knew this was now a matter of life and death. There was no room for the slightest weakness.
Yet all he saw was a fading afterimage.
He vanished?
No, that was Size Manipulation!
The same divine