The fierce expressions on Old Ghost Zhao and company had not yet faded, when they suddenly froze on their faces.
In the depths of everyone's eyes, this terrifying scene was reflected:
On the mountainside, hundreds of meters high, coiled a demon dragon, bowing its body. Half of its mighty form rested against a peak, encircling it completely.
The massive serpentine body split at the neck and stretched out into three horned heads, each as gigantic as a mountain peak, with six dark green eyes staring eerily at everyone present!
In this instant.
Everyone felt their scalp tingle and their hearts race; those like Old Ghost Zhao, who had been full of bravado moments earlier, now trembled all over as if small rabbits caught under the gaze of a primordial beast.
"What's going on? Why has it appeared? Doesn't it only emerge once every few months? How did it surface so quickly?" Old Ghost Zhao's face turned pale.
"How would I know?"
