Although Wang Yan's Demon Pattern was a dragon, he had never seen a real dragon in his life.
Legend said dragons were Barbaric Divine Beasts that had vanished in recent ages, never to appear again; he hadn't expected to actually see one with his own eyes today.
The giant dragon circled once in the sky, then twisted its head and dove straight down toward where Wang Yan stood.
As the dragon descended, Wang Yan's heart jolted, because the dragon before his eyes was unimaginably huge—its head alone was like a mountain peak, not to mention that majestic dragon body.
With the dragon's swoop, a fierce gale blasted straight at Wang Yan; the big trees behind him all toppled backward, and Wang Yan felt as if he were about to be blown up into the sky.
Though his cultivation was completely sealed, Wang Yan's fighting spirit remained. Facing the howling wind, his eyes snapped open, his feet dug in, his whole body tensed, straining to withstand the force.
