Under the sinister iron armor, black scales wildly sprouted, and sharp fangs pierced through the lips.
The Dragon Bloodline had been pushed to its limits by the Blood Magic.
Black mist filled the air.
A pair of gigantic golden lanterns suddenly lit up.
Behind Losa, an enormous shadow of a Demon Dragon appeared, towering and standing tall.
The powerful pressure of the Dark Lord mixed with the Dragon Mighty swept out.
Some weaker members of the Wolf Race couldn't even stand, collapsing to the ground, while even the stronger Centurions had their faces filled with shock.
"Impossible!"
"How could he have such strength?"
Just from the aura alone, Losa even surpassed Victor, who was a member of the Wolf Lord's Guard, comparable to those ancient giants in the Dark World who survived countless years.
"Is he really just a young man who just turned twenty? Did we get the intelligence wrong?"
