However, the mage now carried a respect on his face that even he had not noticed.
The dragonfire, after consuming the white bone undead, had slowly extinguished, but the once-desolate sandy land had now transformed into a shimmering, high-temperature surface.
The sand and soil, melted by the Red Dragon's flame, now resembled a shallow lake across the land, with flowing translucent liquid everywhere, reflecting the moonlight like a colossal mirror.
Such a scene, even some Saint Tier powerhouses adept in destructive magic and attack power would struggle to create; ordinary beings have their limits, yet this Red Dragon seemed to have no limit to the power coursing within him.
"It's quite possible, it seems that before us, more than one group of visitors have come to this plane, unwelcome as well," Karon nodded, his massive form crouching.
The mage at his feet would truly have to leap up to reach the Red Dragon's knee.
