Zou Zhiruo and Wang Tiezhu just snapped back to reality.
They saw an enormous dragon-shaped creature charging at them menacingly!
On Ao Yuan's head was still that nauseating thing.
The dragon's whiskers were bristled, its scales glinted coldly under the sunlight, exuding a powerful aura all around!
Clearly not someone to mess with—
At least an SS-Class monster!
Zou Zhiruo instinctively tightened her grip on the Flood Dragon Sword.
Her gaze was cautious, body slightly tense, ready to face the impending battle at any moment!
Although Wang Tiezhu was still a bit dizzy and weak-kneed, he pulled himself together, taking a defensive stance, inwardly lamenting:
"How can we encounter something like this on our way back home? This dragon looks tough to deal with..."
They hadn't returned home in a long time.
Could it be that now even dragons in the homeland could reveal themselves so easily?
