He rolled in the thunderstorm, countless silver serpents dancing along with him, interwoven with the golden lightning erupting from his body, transforming into a gold and silver ball-shaped lightning. At first glance, it looked like a small gold and silver sun, suspended in the dark clouds, radiating light that illuminated the gloomy rain curtain.
The world suddenly turned white.
The Frost Behemoth detected the anomaly in the sky.
It halted its steps, raised its head, and gazed towards the sky, its sight penetrating the rain curtain, clouds, and lightning, seeing the dazzling Dragon Shadow.
After a slight hesitation, the Frost Behemoth spread its arms wide, unleashing a deafening roar towards the sky.
The hatred for the Dragon Race etched deep in its bloodline.
Upon spotting Galos at first sight, the Frost Behemoth's killing intent surged like boiling water; yet, it could do nothing to the Dragon in the high sky, only able to let out a provocative roar.
