Roar!
The deep growls of a dragon's roar echoed throughout the empty valley.
Fortunately, this place was occupied by the Royal Garden, and even the nearest farmer was a hundred miles away.
Otherwise, many people would have been shattered to death by the dragon's roar.
Zhao Yi and his group stood on a high place, watching from afar in the direction of the valley.
At this moment, half of the True Dragon's head had already been corroded by poison.
Under the rolling thick smoke, the appearance of the remaining half of the dragon's head was unclear.
However, from the black smoke that rose and fell due to the shock of the sound wave, one could tell that a fierce battle seemed to be taking place within the thick smoke.
"Can you see what's happening?" Zhao Yi asked the Purple Gold Divine Dragon.
