When Xiluo came to his senses again.
He discovered that he had appeared in an enormous place somewhat resembling an ancient Roman arena.
The circular fighting arena looked rather dilapidated.
There were no spectators in the stands, and everything was silent.
Only a faint breeze blew past with a soft whoosh.
High overhead, the sun hung in the sky.
"Where is this? Why am I here? I should have been in the Tidal Titan's cavern just now, taking stock of the loot.
"Then I saw a strange orb, and after feeding magic power into it, my consciousness grew hazy.
"And I ended up here...
"Could that have been... a teleportation item?
"I actually fell for that?
"But just how powerful is this thing, to teleport me away before even I could react...?"
He muttered to himself, warily surveying the entire arena for fear of an enemy attack.
Just then.
A clattering sound came from the distance.
Xiluo immediately turned to look.
Several hundred meters away, to his left.
Beneath the stands, an iron gate of the sort ordinary arenas used to cage wild beasts opened on its own.
A white dragon with a snowy body, wings, a long tail, and powerful limbs slowly emerged.
Then he stared straight at Xiluo in the distance and roared.
He spread his wings, took to the sky, and hurtled toward Xiluo!
When only a dozen or so meters remained between them.
The white dragon suddenly opened his jaws and spewed a great cloud of icy mist at Xiluo.
Puff, puff, puff...
Xiluo let the icy mist fall over his Dragon Body, and the lightning coursing all over him crackled with sparks as it met the mist.
Wisps of vapor rose.
Xiluo simply watched the other dragon with a rather strange expression.
``` [Young White