This is just the dragon's head.
Below the dragon's head, the dragon's body, stretching for millions of feet, is slowly rising from the fissure. Each dragon scale is as heavy as a mountain, and each dragon pattern manifests like a law.
The dragon's body coils, obscuring the starry sky, making the entire Burial God Star seem as tiny as a speck of dust before it!
This is the half-step Immortal True Dragon Supreme.
Even in death, it does not permit desecration.
Even in annihilation, it cannot be belittled.
Gu Qingfeng quietly watched the dragon's head rising slowly.
He was only ten thousand feet away from the dragon's head—a distance that, for the True Dragon Supreme, was but a claw's reach.
The extremely cold dragon breath emitted from the dragon's corpse had completely frozen the void surrounding him, turning it into pieces of black space shards.
Yet he still stood with his hands behind his back, his black long robe unmoving, and his expression as calm as ever.
