If you overlook the Black Dragon's massive size and its chilling wails.
What you see in front is just a scene of a puppy whining for attention.
"Crying so miserably, what kind of suffering is it enduring?"
With the perception of a Black Dragon as a god-level creature, not to mention being five meters apart, even the slightest movement fifty meters away could hardly escape its notice.
Yet, as Ning Fan approached, the Black Dragon seemed not to see him, still "joyfully" rolling on the ground, letting out "excited" roars.
"Damn beast, even you have your day."
Although he didn't understand the reason for the Black Dragon's pain, Ning Fan couldn't help but feel satisfied for its suffering.
The Black Dragon's repeated attacks had already infuriated him.
The wailing had already persisted for nearly half an hour, the volume still full of vigor, and Ning Fan endured half an hour of noise out of sheer boredom.
