A dragon.
This was a creature of legend.
They were said to have always lived within the extremely hidden fissures of the Multilayered Universe.
They appeared in the world only during certain eras.
Brutal, powerful, mysterious.
That was humanity's fixed impression of the Dragon Race throughout countless historical records.
But people often forgot one thing-
The dragon plunged down along the cliff, then suddenly transformed in midair into a man in red robes, drifting lightly down before them.
His features looked as though they had been carved with a blade. His lips were extremely thin, his nose rose like a mountain peak, and his vertical pupils were so piercing they seemed capable of cleaving through anything.
His words carried a streak of cruelty, too:
"Fight one another."
"Kill the people beside you, then kill yourselves in front of me."
His words seemed to possess some kind of magic.
Everyone involuntarily began slowly raising their weapons toward whoever stood closest to them.
"Brother Ye!"
Zhang Xiaoyi cried out.
His whole body trembled uncontrollably as he raised the spear in his hands against his will and aimed at Shen Ye.
Nangong Sirui was closer to Sun Chengxie and immediately began fighting him.
The burly bald man charged at Zhang Xiaoyi instead.
Shen Ye raised his blade and thrust it at the burly bald man.
Chaos!
Complete chaos!
They fought one another without stopping.
The red-robed man let out a gleeful laugh, licked the corner of his mouth, and watched the scene excitedly.
But as he watched, a strange expression gradually appeared on his face.
-That kid wearing the Yaksha Mask really wasn't holding back at all.
His opponent was also attacking with all his strength, making no attempt to resist his control.
Weren't they companions?
Humans were supposed to care a great