The sound of the Dragon Roar reverberated on both sides.
It was like a slaughter and battle occurring on the Primordial Spirit level.
Shi Dalin and the others watched the silent general with great concern as Fan Qing's will was challenged by the battle intent hidden within the Ancient Red Dragon's blood, facing the battle intent from the Great Khan of the grasslands.
In a daze, he seemed to stand on the battlefield, holding a weapon, confronting the overwhelming Iron Futu army, whose troops surged with a murderous aura, moving towards him, and suddenly seemed to see the roaring Ancient Red Dragon.
Within his will, Fan Qing turned back, unable to see his own troops, unable to see his comrades, yet he still held his weapon, charging towards the inevitable deadly peril, roaring repeatedly.
Fan Qing's eyes were tightly closed, his face resolute, with veins faintly bulging.
