"Today, either we survive by stepping over the corpses of the Devouring Clan, or we die on the battlefield. I have only these two choices."
In the low growl of the Dragon Descendant, the shattered Dragon Scale slapped onto the chest of the Great Dragon Lord suddenly burst into a blinding Blood Light.
On the scale, dense micro Runes appeared.
Those were Forbidden Runes inscribed with Dragon Blood, one stroke at a time, within the body of the Dragon Descendant in the otherworldly realm, a power nurtured in Suffering.
The vertical pupils of the Great Dragon Lord contracted violently.
At this moment, the figure of the Dragon Descendant overlapped again with the arrogant silhouette in his memory.
The years could wear away Strength, but they never extinguished the Dragon Soul in his heart.
At this moment, he already understood what the Dragon Descendant was pursuing, and further persuasion was meaningless.
