"Kill!" At Xu Zimo's command, ten thousand dragons dove down and charged toward Ao Long Ancestor.
Ten thousand divine dragons arrived in a vast, surging wave of dragon might.
Dragon roars rang through heaven and earth, deafening and rising one after another.
Even hundreds of miles away, one could still feel this immense dragon might and the unending dragon roars.
"How could this be?" Ao Long Ancestor looked up and said in horror.
The Dragon Race had long since been exterminated. This was common knowledge across the Yuanyang Continent.
After the battle of the Sky Curtain War God, the Dragon Race remaining between heaven and earth had likely already vanished.
At most, one or two stragglers occasionally lingered on, barely clinging to life.
The Ancient Dragon Dynasty was considered one of the powers with the deepest ties to the Dragon Race.
Though Ao Long Ancestor was immensely powerful, he was utterly crushed in numbers.
When countless divine dragons charged over with momentum like a rainbow, Ao Long Ancestor's figure was swallowed within them.
Their winding, twisting dragon bodies coiled around one another.
For a moment, wind and thunder erupted, dark clouds filled the skies, flames intertwined with frost, and azure light shot into the heavens.
Ao Long Ancestor held out for only a moment before the scales covering his body were torn apart.
Miserable howls rang out, so tragic that all who heard them were moved.
In an instant, he was besieged by ten thousand dragons—bitten, clawed, and struck by attacks of every attribute in endless succession.
The scales fell from his body, exposing bright red flesh.
"Xu!" Ao Long Ancestor roared. "If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one! What kind of man are you acting like this?"
"Don't you think you sound rather childish?" Xu Zimo laughed.
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