The debris in the air seemed to be pushed by acceleration, falling to the ground like raindrops.
The whistling sound of breaking through the air was constant, and somehow pleasing to the ears.
Seeing the dense holes suddenly appearing on the ground, Ning Fan was well aware that these were caused by the debris.
Being within the range of the falling debris, Ning Fan naturally shared the same fate.
The pressure he just felt on his shoulder was indeed from the impact of the debris.
Yet, this force, several times stronger than a bullet, posed no trouble for Ning Fan. The debris shattered against his body surface upon impact.
"This Black Dragon seems stronger than before."
A fleeting question crossed his mind as Ning Fan suddenly found his vision clearing, and before him was a terrifying dragon head.
The Black Dragon was revived, its intact scarlet eyes fixating on Ning Fan, with strands of saliva dripping from its razor-sharp mouth, sizzling as it hit the ground.
