A long time passed before Tang Wulin arrived at the peak on one side of a mountain valley.
The entire valley had caved inward. Calling it a valley, it looked more like a basin.
Tang Wulin looked down, and his body could not help trembling.
As far as the eye could see, the valley below stretched endlessly. Dusk haze shrouded the distance, with faint mist lingering in the air. Yet within the valley, a thousand meters deep, countless enormous bones carpeted every corner. The instant Tang Wulin reached the edge and looked inside, an indescribable grief surged into his heart.
A furious Dragon Roar immediately burst uncontrollably from his throat, its echoes reverberating throughout the entire valley.
That long howl was tragic and desolate, as if a sovereign were watching his subjects die miserably before him, filled with indignation and rage.
From within Dragon Valley came faint, low dragon roars, mournful as weeping and pleading.
At his side, the Water-Fire Dragon Kings looked upon the scene in the valley, and even their innocent eyes flashed with sorrow.
Tang Wulin's Dragon Roar lasted several whole minutes before he finally vented the resentment in his heart. Taking a deep breath, he leaped into the valley.
His body plummeted rapidly, yet he was not worried in the slightest, because he believed his two best companions would help him.
Sure enough, just before he struck the ground, the Water Dragon King swiftly flew over and caught him.
Before landing on the Water Dragon King's back, Tang Wulin felt a gentle force envelop him. It slowed his descent while reducing the impact of the fall.
Tang Wulin jumped down from the Water Dragon King's back and surveyed the valley floor with a solemn expression.
The moment he landed, an ancient desolation swept in from every