The dragon moved in an S-shaped path, only trails of blood mist erupting along the way.
Each cloud of blood mist represented the end of a life from the alien race; no alien Martial Artist could escape, their speed laughably pale in comparison to the dragon.
Shock!
The entire army of humans stood frozen on the spot.
Everyone was dumbstruck by Mu Jingliang's dragon, shocked to the point of being unable to breathe.
No wonder the humans went to every possible length to establish the Wet Ghost Tower; higher-level battles absolutely must not spill over into regular cities.
Facing the Ninth Grade, even the Fifth Grade was like paper, not to mention ordinary people.
Even the aftermath of the battle alone was enough to turn an entire city into hell.
"Ninth Grade, truly impressive!"
Su Yue was shocked to the point of dry mouth and tongue.
Bai Xiaolong, Meng Yang, and the others were also trembling with shock; this was indeed a grand gesture, these were indeed Great Divine Techniques!
