"Ants truly do not know their place!"
The Dark Dragon's remaining eye was devoid of emotion, cold as ice.
Its body undulated and continuously deployed True Dragon techniques, unleashing waves of murderous intent that exploded in the air. At the same time, its claws danced wildly, often shattering the void and injuring people from afar. Even though it appeared as if countless Human Clan cultivators were besieging the Dark Dragon, in truth, only Ning Tianyi and Ning Daoran had wounded it, while the other cultivators barely broke through its defenses.
On the contrary, Human Clan cultivators were being flung out in waves, some severely injured and others dying directly in the Dark Dragon Flame, a truly tragic scene.
"Clatter~~"
As rocks tumbled and the Earth Gold Cauldron transformed into a wisp of light that entered his body, Ning Daoran finally sat up somewhat dispirited amidst a pile of rubble.
