The violent explosions continued for a while before the entire Forbidden Land gradually fell quiet. The blazing sun hung in the heavens, heralding that the Forbidden Land, sealed for five hundred years, had finally seen daylight again.
"Ah, light! This is sunlight!" Covered in wounds, the Golden Dragon gazed up at the blazing sun high above, feeling its warmth spread over his scales as he exclaimed with deep feeling.
As he spoke, some of the power he had lost upon entering the Forbidden Land slowly filled his enormous body again. His huge form, prostrate on the ground, rose little by little into the air. The Dragon Clan's ability of Flight had finally returned.
"The power sealing the entire Forbidden Land has completely disappeared. We're saved!" The Cyclops faced the sun with his single eye, slumped on the ground and covered in wounds. Although his posture seemed somewhat languid, his blue-green face was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.
On the other side, the Black Dragon Gilbert shook his enormous head, scattering the tears that had just filled his eyes through the air like spring rain. His massive body floated into the air, and he flew toward Han Shuo impatiently, murmuring, "I knew it. I knew you couldn't possibly kill your most loyal servant!"
At that moment, Han Shuo had forcibly broken the steel-tough bones of his right hand with a fierce blow from his left. The meridians in his neck and both arms had burst, and he lay in a pool of blood, bleeding all over and panting incessantly.
"Idiot! If I hadn't recovered quickly, you would have died just now even if you had nine lives!" Utterly drained, Han Shuo opened his mouth to berate Gilbert. Bloody froth spilled from the corners of his mouth as he